The poem
I have no silver-saddled horse to ride, no inheritance to live on, neither riches no real-estate -- a pot of honey is all I own. A pot of honey red as fire!
My honey is my everything. I guard my riches and my real-estate -- my honey pot, I mean -- from pests of every species, Brother, just wait... As long as I've got honey in my pot, bees will come to it from Timbuktu...