Oh Little Dipper Dipper,
what are you dipping for?
the sweetly vast vanilla seas,
or ginger cookie shores?
Oh little starlit ladle,
what swirls within your cup?
a batch of cotton candy clouds
you gently gathered up?
Or maybe licorice lava, cooled
from swaying in the night.
Or maybe bits of sour sun
and rays of lemon light.
Oh little diamond dipper,
if something tipped your tin,
would sugar...
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