I got some chewy, molested, candy coated
Lucky Charm marshmellows in my pocket
I think they're a little neglected but it seems
That the pocket lint takes comfort in their presence
They jingle around like the bells on Rudolph's harness
Lost in the fog without a "Ho" to lead the way
Maybe if I added milk they'd be like a sea of golden fishies
Coming to take the sea captain's orders
But no, I think they like to colonize like ants
On an abandoned chocolate-sprinkled cupcake

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