Last night I had a fluffy dream
Of chocolate cake and pink ice-cream;
Of lollypops and colored sweets;
Of licorice and sug'ry treats.
So when I woke I asked my mom
For a very tidy sum;
She handed me a brand new note
And I put on my gloves and coat.
I hurried to the candy store
And bought a bag of eat s'mores,
Which I promptly gobbled down -
Ignoring the assistant's frown.
Next I bought a chocolate bar,
But it did not go real far;
Then I got some bubble gum
And my money was all gone.
So, instead of chocolate cake
I now have a stomach ache.
Mom says it's 'cause I ate too much
Sweets and chocolates and such.
God didn't make small boys and girls
To live on cake and chocolate twirls,
And although it makes me sad
I've learned that sweet things can be bad.