When the horse-drawn milkman
came clip-ity-clopping down
grandma’s cobblestone road,
in the original Dutch town
of Flatlands, where the Leni Lenape
once lived before it became Brooklyn,
she always prepared a huge pair
of kasha-knishes and a giant-size
Hamantaschen for the milkman,
who was a proud descendent
of the Unami Leni Lenape people.
After depositing the milk bottles,
he always departed smiling ear to ear,
singing his favorite Leni-Lenape song
about treating all animals with respect.