You don't like the food
  That mummy made
  You wouldn't join in
  The games we played
  Why do you have to be
  Such a party pooper
  You wouldn't even dance
  To Alice Cooper
    So small and sweet
  So lovely and soft
  Come sit with me
  I won't bite your head off
  I know your name
  Sugar and spice
  They call you candy
  And all things nice