Corn Pops
Oh, if I were a greasy, gobbily ghoul
I'd sit on a rock, I'd sit on a stool
I'd slide down an igloo 'cause that would be cool
If I were a greasy, gobbily ghoul.

If upon my grave sat Emma Leigh Reaves
With her black velvet shoes tucked under the leaves
She'd hide both her hands in both of her sleeves
If upon my grave sat Emma Leigh Reaves.

If I were a savior, I'd be Barrett Boone
Lost deep inside of a violent cartoon
With greys fooling whites into drinking at noon
And you came later rather than too soon.

And if upon the moon sat Hustle, the bear
Would any or all of you signal a flare
To tell him his mother is holding a fair
Armed to the core in bearholder shares.

Oh, if I were a greasy, gobbily ghoul
I'd sit on a rock, I'd sit on a stool
I'd slide down an igloo 'cause that would be cool
If I were a greasy, gobbily ghoul.


To: You all know who you are.