Funnel Cake, Funnel Cake, I love you so dear.
When life goes awry, I just want you near.
I’d waited and looked for you all around town,
Until at the Days of ’47 Rodeo you were finally found.
I ate you with sugar all powdery white.
Sometimes with chocolate, but not on this night.
You make quite a mess, but I’m never surprised.
Cause seeing your goodness brings tears to my eyes.
Who knew such a simple thing like a frier with batter,
Could change my whole world, and make me get fatter?
But weight gain or not, I’d do it again,
Because when I eat funnel cakes, I can’t help but grin.
Checkmark for the Summer Bucket Book: Funnel Cakes; another Rodeo