I love this stuff! Can't get enough.
I seek out new excuses
To eat too much. I even try
To seek out medicinal uses.
It's good for my heart. (I love that part.)
It cheers me when I'm gloomy.
It can make me fat, but who cares about that?
I just buy my clothes big and roomy.

I love its many splendored forms.
I love it in liquid or block.
I love it light! I love it dark!
But I fear people are in for a shock.
Some say that Heaven's streets, so fair,
Are paved with solid gold.
That would be grand, but here's my plan,
When life's final bell is tolled.

I'll wander more flavorful streets all day.
Ah! 'Twould be such a treat,
At the end of my life, to sit on a cloud,
And happily lick my feet.
Now it is time to guess my vice.
Try to name it, and if you do,
I'll let the word roll off my tongue,
But I won't share any with you.