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
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2018
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