My momma always said,
"Life's like a box of chocolates,
you never know what you're gonna get."
and I always used to say,
"Momma, what was life like
before they put chocolate in boxes?"
About that time there was this little girl.
In a strawberry cream square
she found the skull of a rat.
It must have snuck through the clockwork
of that factory,
the one up on the edge of town
where the squatters get high now.
Her neighbours said that she cried
all night for weeks on end.
They say that's what drove her mother out.
And her teachers were so concerned
they held a meeting to discuss
the little girl's paintings
of chocolate-covered rodents.
And her dad! He was so mad
That he came out with a statement,
all emotional and frail looking.
"What's the world coming to,"
and he's quoted to this day,
"when we can't trust chocolate
to be chocolate any more?"
It reminds me of my own little girl.
"Chocolate's like a box of lifes
you never know what you're going to get."
and I say to myself,
What was choco