***Please sing to the melody of 'Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star'***
Twinkie, Twinkie:
little cake.
Hostess Cup Cakes:
no more bake.
Wonder bread,
little cake.
Hostess Cup Cakes:
no more bake.
Wonder bread,
but most of all
I will miss the pink Sno Ball!
Twinkie, Twinkie,
won't you stay?
$$$ troubles,
GO AWAY!
Ho Hos, Ding Dongs,
Donettes, too...
all these gone
will make folks blue!
Lunch will never be the same,
all because of corporate gain.
Hostess, Hostess
my oh my...
you now make us
cry and cry.
Zingers, Fruit Pies,
Suzy Qs...
all the flavors
and jobs, too!
Lost forever in U.S.
making economic mess!
Twinkie, Twinkie:
so, good bye...
I remember
with a sigh.
©2012 Debbie Ballard
P.S. Unless you never roasted a Twinkie over a campfire, you've never lived.
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