Tabeth my daughter, my one and only daughter,
Upon whom my last hopes hang,
The hopes of correcting my past mistakes,
Through whom I relive my past life,
Correcting every blot that soils my past self,
Tabeth, here is the milk jug, it's your turn now to carry it
O Tabeth, the customer awaits!
Be sure to keep the jug closed!

See this jug? It contains the purest milk there is
Whiter than white, untouched, unscathed,
No mortal can ever make it so, nor has to
For it always starts like that, without any man's effort
Yet it's your responsibility to keep it so,
You're to take this jug,...