Cracker Jacks

Cracker Jacks, you couldn't bring me that new hat with the spinner on top inside. You weren't much good for my teeth, but helped me eat the right foods to, that you did, as a kid!

The apple came unto me, with the celery, that acted as free eat, built in natural dental floss. My mom never bought dental floss, and with the money she saved bought me you, thanks to the celery!

Cracker Jacks you were hot, hot, hot, before sweet came along! Yes, Cracker Jacks, you offered me discipline to, even though that paddle prize couldn't fit inside of you. My Ma, would hold you back, so I would get in line.

Cracker Jacks you treated me, sweet, and love beat me neat! You put the heat on me so to speak, when I felt cold. Yes, and it's been a long time since you bestowed on me, that magnifying glass prize. Forgive me Cracker Jacks, for burning those bugs alive, and spraying them with honey, so they couldn't fly. Later my pop caught me, when he heard their bodies popping, louder than my rice crispies. When they popped the smell was awful, worse than human, and seven fold! I'd rather have no odor, like my rice crispies gave unto me.

Cracker Jacks, my mom loved your sailor suit, and dressed me up like you, so I could more than enjoy the moments, with you, as I still do today! Hip-hip-hurray, you make my day every which way! I still have that sailor suit, to boot, but not my baby boots, not sorry to say!

Yes, I've got a custom made large "Cracker Jacks" suit, as I moon-light on the side, and I'm a "Cracker Jacks Clown", with no make up needed for that painted on smile! Feels better, than that "Uncle Sam Suit", to boot, made from wool. Cracker Jacks, you still spill on me, and fill me with pleasant memories, not all wild and woolly!

Cracker Jacks, you’re no Wonka Bar, nor Hershey Kiss, but you'll always be on my list, as you were Santa's. Now I have my own kids, and man alive, your right-on!

Yes my first box came forth, as a mere lad of seven, and you were like unto seventh heaven! Munch, munch, munch, crunch, crunch, crunch, thanks a bunch, your more than worth the fat on my rump, rump, rump! I also wear your outfit on front as a ump, and sneak-peak-grab, a clump of you between strikes and balls!

Yes and now I'm off to work, cause "Cracker Jack Mania" is for me, and I feel better than the main man! I sell you in the stands, and as far as taste goes, you and me are like unto a one man shin-dig show! You make me never want to retire, unless of course, instead of Wonka bars for life, you give me you! Yum! Yum! Like unto honey to the wild and not-woolly bumble bee!

Yes, peter pan was o.k. to, but "nobody-beat" or was closer to me than you. I never would burn your package least you, just those bugs, cause it's you I love, love, love! For, I'm Jack, the "Cracker Jacks", Jack, and always jacked-up, for your taste of taste, in my , "Cracker Jacks" jacket, of which , this here Jack, has two, how about you? I forgot to mention I sell those to!