I was four years old, my sweet tooth came alive.
4XXXX powdered sugar was all I needed to stay alive.
On bread with butter; on pancakes with syrup no less,
I enjoyed it most of all, heaped in a spoon, I confess.
Mom would warn and scolded me; give up your foolish bliss.
If you don’t stop eating sugar, no good will come of this.
I was hooked, I admit it... sugar tasted good.
The yellow box was like a magnet; I ate more than I should.
I’d fill my craving mouth, with that sweet, delicious stuff,
And tap lightly upon my cheeks, to blow a cloud-like puff.
Liquid sweetness trickled down, into my waiting throat,
Barely reached my stomach, ‘ere I’d give it another coat.
Mom decided it was best, to put the box up high,
Above the sink, on a cupboard shelf, away from my searching eyes.
When time passed, would she allow me another treat.
I'd fill my mouth one more time, with sugar delicious and sweet.
Now... my brother who was older, had a bit more control.
He filled a teaspoon just for me, that’s all that he would dole.
No matter how I whined or begged, for another spoon of that stuff,
He’d ignored me by saying... “You’ve already had enough.”
But then... he’d take a tablespoon, and fill it with heaping care.
I was only four years old, but I knew that wasn’t fair.
I complained, “that’s not right;” he’d said, “it’s ‘cause I’m bigger.”
I said, “it’s ‘cause you’re a pig, that’s the way I figure.”
He put the box back on the shelf, and closed the cupboard door;
When he left the kitchen, my greedy mouth wanted more.
I got myself a tablespoon, and pushed a chair to the sink.
If punishment could come from this, I didn’t take time to think.
I opened up the cupboard; there were boxes there galore.
I couldn’t read names you know, after all I was only four.
My thought was on powdered sugar, white powder I liked to eat.
I lifted a yellow box from the shelf, envisioning a tasty treat.
Scooping deeply with my spoon, careful not to spill a bit,
I leaned over the sink; and encompassed the whole of it.
My eyes bulged, my mouth went dry, I got what was coming for sure.
My mouthful of that white powder, was more than I bargained for.
It stuck there, glued to my tongue, this powder as white as snow.
I gagged and heaved to rid of it, it took its “sweet time” to let go,
The LORD works in mysterious ways; how could he do that to me?
All I wanted was 4XXXX sugar... but, I got cornstarch by ARGO, you see.