Music 3

  Caremel's revenge.
  [Loosely based on a bastardised main verse of the "Beverly Hillbillies" theme]

Now here I am to tell a tale about a sticky fate,
about a poor lass Sneakers 'n the caramel she ate.
Sure she thought it was the snack to eat regardless of the heat,
and she thought nothin' of it when some fell upon her feet....
toes that is.  Standing bits.  Leg ends...

Now she began to ponder 'bout the trouble she was in,
when more sticky stuff fell out her hand and landed on her shin.
The knees and thighs were next to go, she began to a fear.
'Bout how the treat had done a flip, and plastered all her rear....
Posterier.  Seat Warmer.

"My tum, " she thought, "Was 'zactly where I wanted this to go.
But rathered it be there inside not on my shirt on show.
Maybe eatin' this right here right now, just wasn't for the best.
I'm stuck to the floor, I cannot move, covered from feet to chest!"
[Ye-haw a few times here and do-si-do with whoever's available.  Even the cat.]

"Help help!" she cried "I'm covered here, caramel runs in bands....
Id throw this wreched thing away but its stuck to my hands!"
"Arms and elbows, shoulders too, what trouble I am in!
I'm eating 's fast as I can but still its hit my chin"

And just as she descided to resign there to her fate,
the caramel covered up her face and help would be to late,
a fireman came storming in, hose trained upon the treat,
At maximum force power it was blasted to the street.

And now the moral of the tale for those of us still here,
if caramel drips down on you, you don't have cause to fear.
Just call the local fireman, to wash that sweet away,
but if you leave it too late well, your a great Easter display.

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