by Cornerstoregoddess
Oh candy corn, oh candy corn,
To eat or not eat. I am torn.
In one year, or at least it's sworn,
9 billion pieces will be born.
And if you laid them end-to-end,
(A lot of work, so ask a friend)
Around the moon four times they'd wend
Forming a tasty lunar trend.
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