The Terror of Tootsie Town

In the age old refrigerator A huge Tootsie Roll did reign All the fruits and vegetables Thought he was most insane Too sweet, too dark, too strong as all the other food could see And though he knew that it was wrong He beat up a poor old onion Till everyone did cry Was it sorrow, or onion-burning the real real reason why? Well Tootsie had to travel Promised to some fair maiden I am told So he hopped on his Tootsie-cycle Thank God he was just that bold But on his Tootsie-cycle He lost his paper wrap Now the maiden would never touch him He felt like such a sap! He finally got to the maiden's homesite, Having suffered greatly from the heat Half melted, and chocolate oozing No one would ever eat So Tootsie Terror went back home into his refrigerator cold But now only half a Tootsie, He dare not be so bold Ambushed by a wild pack of pickles Poor Tootsie was sorely beat Now Tootsie would surely be A Tootsie none would eat... Sometimes, fate, it seem so fickle as here with the rotten, evil pickle Twists and turns can fool you So stay in the fresh food drawer And if more pickles try to strike Tell them that you'd truely swore Your Tootsie Gang from Shar's You really did there call And if they want to rumble Those pickle had better watch 'Cause you and your tootsie buddies Will surely, surely maul.