This was printed on a box of Farm House Multi-layer Radish Pies (which taste better than they sound):
Preparing me chicken and rice, old friend,
You entertain me at your farm.
We watch the green trees that circle your village
And the pale blue of outlying mountains.
We open your window over garden and field,
To talk mulberry and hemp with our cups in our hands.
…Wait till the Mountain Holiday….
I am coming again in chrysanthemum time.
Mellifluous, hilarious, AND delicious.
UPDATE: This is apparently a poem by Meng Haoran (689-710 A.D.) A better translation can be found here.