“Cheer up Charlie...”
There are promises of better days.
The Candy Man is gone now,
His factory,
Shut away...

No more songs from green-haired men.
Except their lullabic mourn.

All of the leaves,
Hanging from the sugar tree.
Sways with the cocoa breeze
Coming from the chocolate sea.

All the rooms are locked up now...
Tucked away with their eccentricities.
We can’t find the key,
What does this all mean?

The pinwheels turn slowly,
In tune with the singing.
One for each little hand,
Planted in litany on the land


All in memory of the man,
Who made the everlasting candy...