The Creative Corner

When I was young, I heard this song,

My Grampy sang it, all day long.

This is the song, my Grampy sang,

Of magic trees, where---goodies hang-----

The Doughnut Trees, the Doughnut Trees,

They grow wild, at Grampy B’s.

Yes, doughnuts grow, in tiny packs,

So do M&M’s, and Cracker Jacks.

When I go to bed, I dream all night,

Of Twinkies filled, with cream delight.

The cupcakes dance, with Tiger Tails,

And Milk Duds are, as big as whales!

There’s quarters, and green dollar bills.

This orchard is, a million thrills!

Peanut Butter Cups, and some Ho Ho’s,

Li’l Pecan Pies, how I love those.

Bit-O-Honey,...