Come My Child

Come my child,
take my hand,
as we travel to
a faraway land.

Travelling is free,
no need for money,
for it is the land
of milk and honey.

Paths of chocolate,
making you smile,
as we see a
licorice, crocodile.

Flowers of cotton candy,
won't cost you a cent.
They are free
from the oversize tent.

Sailing across
the whipped creme sea,
You must stay
close to me.

Flying high,
across this sweet land
of sunny beaches,
with brown sugar sand.

Blueberry sky's, with
marshmallow clouds,
the land is empty
no gathering crowds.

A path of caramel,
sweet chewy for you,
with dark chocolate
and milk chocolate, too.

When this day
is over and done,
you can be happy,
you can tell, everyone.