Grew rich and multiplied.

Now none so popular as he;
To every house he goes,
At every table he must be--
The great Sol Tuberose!

In time of war he proves his worth
He helps us everywhere;
There's nothing on (or in) this earth
That can with him compare.

Not the great LLOYD could save the land
Except for mighty Sol;
For he is Bread's twin-brother--and
He gives us Alcohol;

Not such as fills the toper's tum,
But such as fills the shell--
Such as will be in days to come
Heat, light, and pow'r as well.

Yes, in the spacious days to come
We'll bless Sol Tuberose,
When all our motor engines hum
On what the farmer grows.

Then cultivate him all you can,
With him and his stand well in;
There's one that is a _Nobleman_,