Peep Salad

And on the morning of Easter eve,
the little peeps did speak to thee
Of the wonders that the marshmallow
could offer to a clever fellow
And such a fellow was I
as they urged me from my Easter pie,
To a mountain of sugar, crystallized
in the making my brethren specialized.

Wandering up their ample hill,
they danced with the eerie thrill
Of one whose fate is soon to be,
clear as glass, as clear as sea
They asked for many things from me,
for jewels and crowns and crystal rings

And though I could give them little sunshine,
they sang to me of eternal fun-time

With foamy beaks upon my thigh,
a piece of mountain I did try
Light and fluffy in my gaping gob,
It was then I turned to look at the mob
Of peeps hardened beyond consumption,
Ruining their earthly function
To be eaten up by all we see,
it was then I realized they were eating me!