About those dear peeps,
There is so much to say.
How glorious it is to eat them
During Lent, on the 40th day.
What a fine little treat,
A delicious marshmallow
In the shape of a bird,
All sugared and yellow.
Formed with the likeness
Of the little bird, Tweety,
And causing young children to get
Type I diabetes.
Unlike the chicken,
From these birds comes no omelet
And if you eat enough of them,
You are surly to vomit.
Peep, peep, peep, peep, peep,
You are so very delicious,
Though your ingredients
Are more than suspicious.
Mostly sugar, corn syrup,
And gelatin to the max,
Finishing the list
With just a hint of wax.
Unpronounceable preservatives
Keep them always fresh,
Three years old and delightful,
To this I attest.
And if only eating them for holidays
Fills you with tears,
Thanks to new marketing
You can eat them all year.
So, to these peeps,
I say mostly fantastic,
Who'd ever knew birds could be
Slightly orgiastic?
