Hot cocoa in my hand,
I rush along the deserted alleys,
and hurry down the dark streets.
No one was home so I couldn't call,
and I've lost my security blanket.
Please, don't let me be next.
The snow blowing by,
I take a sip of my hot drink,
but get nervous as I hear another person.
The pace is quickened
for I'm alone on this dark street,
but I'm not fast enough…
They're passed me, and long gone…
Get up off the ground.
My hat, my purse, my gloves—
all's there. Except…
They stole my hot chocolate!