Fancy candies? I prefer the plains.
Just give me simple chocolate any day
And take those gaudy fruity bits away.
Who needs butterscotch? I hear it stains.
And truffles cause me weird digestive pains.
From June's beginning to the end of May
(All year, that's right) I call it child's play
To sit inside at home (outside it rains)
And gobble simple chocolate-coated leaves
And chocolate goodies shaped like sugared suns,
To unwrap chocolate bits from chocolate sheaves
Until there's chocolate scent on every breath
And I'm a mere machine that purrs and runs
On chocolate till I'm chocolated to death.
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