Uploaded on July 22, 2011
Sing a song of pop corn
When the snowstorms rage;
Fifty little brown men
Put into a cage.
Shake them till they laugh and leap
Crowding to the top;
Watch them burst their little coats
Pop!! Pop!! Pop!!
Sing a song of pop corn
In the firelight;
Fifty little fairies
Roved in fleecy white.
Through the shining wires see
How they skip and prance
To the music of the flames;
Dance!! Dance!! Dance!!
Sing a song of pop corn
Done the frolicking;
Fifty little fairies
Strung upon a string.
Cool and happy, hand in hand,
Sugar-spangled, fair;
Isn’t that a necklace fit
For any child to wear?
—Nancy Byrd Turner
Favorite Poems Old and New
edited by Helen Ferris
07.22.2023: When have I last had freshly popped corn? And that gas stove! It took getting rid of it to make realize how good it was.