Red and white striped sugar cane
Yellow green swirled lollypop
His nose is glued to the window pane
of the village sweet shop

His stomach growls low and quiet
he counts the coins in his hand
the boy has been on a diet
he longs for his favorite brand

His mind is set on one intent
Be quick before mother sees
His soul is whispering in torment
Pick the goods, pay the fees

Eat them, hide them
Pockets full of joy
Devour them, right then
What a happy boy

His fingers touch the brass door knob
His nerves are paper thin
His stomach is now in a knot
His foot is almost in

But his mother grabs him by the cuff
says You’re already fat
Losing weight can’t that tough
Have an apple instead