CANDYBALL If I were your relative
Wouldn't it be funny
I could sell myself
And make some money
Sugar for the sweet tooth
Sweetness running down the throat
All the way to the tummy
The intestines to coat
A penny a ball
Like in the old days
Not a nickle like now
Is the price one would pay
Now every time I eat a jawbreaker
I will start to smile
Thinking 'bout those candy balls
Sucking on one all-the-while.
9/30/1994 cj
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