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There the mill did its business:

It sang, roared,

It splits and crushes the seeds,

(At the mills there are such things!)

But keenly, very keenly

A worker monitors from behind the mill!

The beans are ground into powder

And from the heat they let out the juice,


The worker pours it through a long chute

into the machine.

There a humongous stone circle,

Like a carousel, suddenly started running!


The workers are already just so

To the cocoa— they merrily pour in butter,

Almond and sugar as well

Are put in,

And they splash milk in quickly

So that the chocolate will come out richly!