Empty Shell

Empty Shell I caved in its head in my haste to be fed On the candy that should be inside But inside was hollow, that’s too much to swallow So I smashed the damned thing open wide Dad gave me a frown and said settle down There’s no need to call out Dick Barton You’ll still get to feed your insatiable greed Cos the buttons are inside the carton He said it’s a shame that nowt stays the same And Easter eggs really don’t differ They once used to be two pieces you see And the packaging used to be stiffer But one solid shell is a capsule from hell With Easter not writ on the side No more reflection of his resurrection The day that, with joy, Christians cried