Popcorn

Falling in candy land
Were they'll be
A bunch of popcorn kernels
for you and me

Step 1, pop the top.
Hear the machine's whir!
Smell the smell everyone loves
You're taste buds are a blur.

When the kernels are out,
don't fret or pout.
In front of you lies
a journey of yellow butterflies.

You pick one up,
squishy and round.
Pop it in your mouth,
let it crunch around.

You make a face.
The popcorn is crunchy,
hard, barley any taste.

Looking for butter and salt,
you cannot find.
The taste is so bland
oh my.