On the ground
No progress made,
Always the sound
Of creaking displayed,
Rhythmic and soft
With cushions of fleece,
All ages oft
Find comfort and peace.
On the ground
No progress made,
Always the sound
Of creaking displayed,
Rhythmic and soft
With cushions of fleece,
All ages oft
Find comfort and peace.
Riddle verse 1
Old American, tried and true
Something unknown, yet familiar too
Cased within that which it is destined to flow through
Alliance between French and German for you
Remember the good times, the summer, your youth
Edit: added title
Riddle verse 2
Many of these are sold
Available in forms including cold
Yummy for eyes to behold
Educated ones know what they withhold
Retailers (of these) often are bold
Edit: changed “such as” in the second line to “including”
Edit 2: added title
Riddle verse 3
When a German came to America with work upon his mind
Innovation created this product, a sandwich of a kind
Easy to prepare, it was, and such a delight to eat
Necessary, it has now become, at every summer retreat
Even in the wintertime this food can find its place
Returning warmth that once was lost to winter’s cool embrace
(This is the final verse)
No, I just recalled the buns were called ‘french style bread’ in some book I read a while ago.