Candy Corn
Love it or hate it, it's never going away, this garish candy!
Love it or hate it, it's never going away, this garish candy!
Pumpkin on my head... Why is that darn thing up there? I don't know—do you?
Scattered on the ground Whose mouths were you in, burnt butts? Oddly I ponder...
Do you miss it, bird... Your lone feather now lost to The ground below you?