'Twas in a playground in a school upon a bended birch wing
Adorned with autumn leaves and roots that wring
Amidst the laughing toddlers, swings and sand pits they played in
Be seated a tearful - a sorrowful young maiden.
Noticed by a boy saddened by her tear drop
Reached into his pocket and sweetly offered a lemon drop.
Taken then, and unwrapped cautiously, this treat wrought a smile,
From her pale features like a Peruvian Lilly and goldened hair child.
'Twas all too clear the crowd mocked her doll like complexion
Not swayed by the mood, the boy saw a comparison
To be sure a lemon a drop is plain to see; thought he
Yet within lies a sweetness that eyes cannot see.
As chrysalis to butterfly and flower bud to a blooming rose
Follow the seasons as this friendship grows.
To a time when this now lady fell quite smitten
To an other, a tall, dark and handsome lad - also love bitten
Only to end as quickly as a feather to a breeze
'Twas there he was again to offer a lemon drop, if you please.
Now time has consumed all fortune for this maiden
Frailed and hair withering, by a disease she was laiden.
Seated mournfully nearby Remembering times of yore
Was the lemon drop kid, placing a drop she now bore
"Oh loyal friend why do you always carry a lemon drop or two?"
Replied he, "each drop but a splendor of your sweetness and my love for you."