There was a boy made out of chocolate
which I admit is cool.
He did have one big problem, though,
in that he couldn’t go to school.
The other kids would tease him, see
no matter what they felt.
And when they chased him in the yard
then Chocolate Boy would melt.
So he began to teach himself
all the things he’d need to know–
like readin, writin’, rithmetic
and how to cook and sew.
But sadly he lived all alone
he had no choice left but to do it
for it’s a melancholy life to lead
when your guts are made of nougat