Today the Chocolate Left Me Brown

Summer day, flies a-swarmin' On your skin, sweat's a-formin'. Come the three o'clock snackie blues The chocolate bar begins to ooze.

Oh dear, what's the matter? The sweetie is stuck to the wrapper. There's this yearning in my glands, But now the stuff's all over my hands.

I'll never get a mouthful In this dragonfly-time of the year. So I'll dream of firm brown fields And shed a tear.

-Callie