Eastern Joke

By: Lazar Lazinsky

Once, on a high mountain
There were big snows with wind,
There was blue sky and sun -
There was an old caucasian.
He didn't live alone
In a spacious home,
He ate only fresh meal -
Then he became strong as steel.
This mountaineer never told,
That his brother was too old,
That he drank many glasses of wine
And he was in good humour every time:
He tried to sing and dance,
He played with his clarinet a native romance...
Where is the secret to great Health?
What is the road to our wealth?
We don't know what is the better life line -
Must we eat fresh food or drink much wine?
In order to know the answer for us,
Maybe we should climb the caucasus.