Stealing Candy From a Baby

What a lovely Sunday morning in the park Sky and lake alive and baby dressed in blue In the stroller by the bench with mom and pop They kiss between each lick from Popsicles on a stick Delicious as the smooches they deliver cherry sweet Little baby is occupied with his lollipop of yellow An unsavory fellow old and gray crawling in the grass Twisting winding exactly like a snake to steal his snack The child will not be compromised by Mr. ugly creeping up Greasy filthy hands reach out to take his stuff The little one pulls out two pistols from his covers Because two guns are better than one He fires away like a happy holiday It is not nice to take a lollipop It might seem easy as stealing candy from a baby But not from one with two hand guns gone crazy