cherry poppins.
Candied apples and twinkling lights;
how did it happen and why did I bite?
From sweet dispositions and sour fright,
who would have thought i’d consider the night?
It’s the cheesy strings
and the hearty clings,
that led me to be
a women you’d see.
But would you be hungry,
and would you bake free,
If I didn’t write the signs
screaming “I want to you with me!”
Pick up the ladle and stir it real slow,
it’s a little too hot,
For the finishing blow.
Come, put on your bib and follow the flow,
I’ll make you some room for a firework show.