An Ode To Prunes-By Sir Eat-A-Lot (Palmer)

I like...smooshed prunes and I can-not lie.
No other baby can deny.
When my mom walks in with that itty bitty bowl,
There's a happiness in my soul.
Arms get flung,
Wanna pull up tough,
But I notice that bowl is stuffed.
So deep and glaring,
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring.