There was a Lass, a northern lady.
Who always did things her own way.
Sometimes crooked, a little shady.
Making sure her due you would pay.

Well, seems that once upon a time
while she was sittin, readin’ rhyme.
A smell did course through the air
which raised her brows and her hair.

Tis Popcorn, I did hear her report
in that demanding way of retort.
And darned if she didn’t have a fit
cause it was somethin’ which she
ain’t gonna git!!!!

She begged and whined like a cat
that missed the catnip sure as that.
She had a hissy of an outright fit
But Lassie, ya ain’t gonna git
MY POPCORN!!!!

Seems that she went down to the mall
looking for a trap, or a big ball.
Thought she could lure it from my grip
But Lady, oh Lady, ya’ gonna flip!
IT'S MY POPCORN

The night turned to the light of day
this Lassie didn’t get the last say.
And the popcorn is still hot to taste
It’s all mine, I ain’t gonna waste
MY POPCORN!!!!