Peanut butter, what a thing!
You simply make me want to sing.
Bundled in bread, so cozy and warm,
Of course you're with jelly, for that is the norm,
But still, you are so tasty and rich
On my mouth's roof, though you do sometimes itch.
That's not very often, I'm glad that is so,
For now I say "Yes!" instead of "No!"
When offered a sandwich made up of you,
Classic peanut butter, tried and true.
Chunky or creamy, it don't matter that much,
All that I need is to take a big munch
Of you, whenever I'm feeling down,
Whenever I'm hungry, or if you're just around
On crackers, on bread, on my fingertip,
Mixed with Nutella - oh, that makes me flip!
I'm glad that Carver put peanuts to good use,
Because without him, there would be no you.
You're a bit grainy, but that's fine with me,
It adds to your wonderfulness now, you see.
You're also sticky, but that is okay,
I understand that it's just your way.
You may be blushing now, I bet,
But, if you doubt, if you worry or fret,
Don't do so, I'll always be supporting you,
The sticky, wonderful peanut goo.