Presents and prizes and sweets and surprises
I want it all. I want the whole world.
I have become veruca salt in my summer month of childlessness.
I want all the gooses and all the geeses and all the golden eggs.
I want today I want tomorrow I want to wear ’em like braids in my hair…
And most importantly of all, I don’t want to share ’em
And I don’t care how.