Where’s the Tortilla Soup?


My mother gave me pudding.
Where's the fun in that?
All I asked for Mother,
Was a can of tortilla soup.
Now she gives me donuts,
Well it's fine I say,
Though deep inside it's not right,
I was mad they say.
I run from my mother now,
I go to my basketball hoop.
She quickly runs to me,
She gives me tortilla soup.

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