Oh ye nectar of the gods, in earthen jars confined,
Thine savory essence, Vegemite, in gold should be enshrined.
Upon Olympus' lofty heights, amidst ambrosial feasts,
Should sit this brew of umami, spread at divine repasts.
Mortals, lament your lowly fate, for Zeus in wisdom great,
Hath deemed thee unworthy of the spread that graces his plate.
Yet in his mercy, to the Earth, this treasure he did cast,
That men might taste a hint of heaven, in each yeasty repast.
Ambrosia, that golden delight, to Vegemite must yield,
For no ambrosial fruit or dish such satisfaction sealed.
This spread, though black as Hades' heart, brings joy that's unequaled,
Its potent magic in each bite, by no other equaled.
Apollo’s lyre would sing its praise, and Hera might agree,
To crown Vegemite above all foods, for eternity.
Athena's wisdom plainly shows, its virtue's clear to see,
It fortifies each mortal frame, with B vitamins aplenty.