Well, don't you see? I had a box of candy, And I tore it open, and it looked so fine, And tasted wonderful! And so I et it, As fast as I could eat. And when it was gone I was so sick I couldn't hold my head up. So the next time I got a box, I says, "I'll save this one, and eat it little by little; I'll make it last this time, and I won't get sick." But mice got in, and ants, and it was ruined. Ain't there no way you can do with a box of candy? And suppose it ain't candy, but bein' in love I mean Oh, has it always got to be too fast, So that it's gone right-off, and leaves you sick, Or else it drags along and gets all stale? Has it got to be always either one or the other? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JUNE (1) by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE CAGED GOLDFINCH by THOMAS HARDY THE GRAVES OF A HOUSEHOLD by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE SCORPION by WILLIAM PLOMER GIVE ME THY HEART by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER |