Whose creamy bars I think I know,
My face just turned as white as snow,
He will not see cream on my ear,
To taste the bars, nice, thick, and cold.
Sometimes they’re ginger and peach, too,
When I pass the barn I hear “moo,”
I feel the mist of the morning air,
I can’t help eat the peppermint now.
I hear the start of an earthquake,
I don’t even have time to wake,
The quake will swallow me whole “gulp,”
Then, I hear the “baaa” of the sheep.
I don’t know if I’m about to die,
I know for sure I’m about to cry,
I count my stars and pray to God,
That I’ll live to see tomorrow.