It fell off his hand,
was it sweet, was it bitter he didn't know.
He only knew he had to cry,
so that he could show.
His mother gave him a chocolate,
Trying to make him greedy, unwrapping it too slow.
But nothing could change his mind,
Oh No! No! No!
Snoofy also denied to have his own food,
Father sang many rhymes, to change his mood.
The only thing which succeeded in rubbing off his tears and bringing the lost fun,
Was nothing other than a fresh new 'bun'.
