Hershey, Pennsylvania’s a place I would like to go.
It is essentially a chocolate El Dorado.
This little town somewhere in the middle of the state
is truly a place many people consider great.
It’s just full of chocolate goodies without any doubt.
You can get chocolate bars with almonds, or some without,
and peanut butter cups, kisses, and others galore;
enough is there to satisfy anyone, and more!
This is a town I would be proud to call my birthplace
if I were made of chocolate with “HERSHEY” on my face.
A bunch of “Whatchamacallits “would be my brothers,
and tall stacks of Kit-Kat bars I would call my sisters.
How many people would want to take a bite of me?
Supposing this was all true and not mere fantasy?
I would have plenty of relatives for all to see.
Together, we would be one big happy family.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2012
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