One, two – just a few
(They jazz up my pudding)
Three, four – just a few more
(Come on, they’re only small)
Five, six – I need my fix
(Seriously, I can handle it, man)
Seven, eight – just fill the damn plate
(Don’t stop me, I NEED them)
Nine, ten – help me friend
(I’m addicted to these damn things)
Eleven, twelve – it’s time to remove
(This monkey, my back needs a rest)
Aaaarrggghhh!
GIVE ME SPRINKLES!
SPRINKLES…NOW....please…I need them…please…
Sprinkles…sprinkles…sprinkles…sprink…les…[………]
NOW!!!!!
Nooooooooooooo! BRING THEM BACK!
….my sprinkles…
One, two – not even a few
Three, four – no need no more
Five, six – three weeks since my last hits
Seven, eight – I don’t hate you, don’t hate
Nine, ten – is this a new beginning
Eleven, twelve – my sprinkles now shelved
(c) 2007, Neil Gardner
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