There once was a house up on a hill. Once you see it you know you're in for a thrill. Oh joy oh joy it's a house made of candy. Own by an sweet old lady. She's gentle and kind don't you know. She's so sweet and I know you'll think so. But ever so sweet, a secret she holds dear. This is a grandmother I know you should fear. So come to her door, but caution you need. Or this is a lady you'll have to feed.
There was once seven children you know. Really they were teenagers or so. Two girls and fives boys came to see the house of candy. The boys thought it was weird, the girls thought it was dandy. The girls, Susan and Mary, went up the steps. The boys followed the two preps. Susan's blond hair waved in the air. Mary followed, twirling her brown hair.
The teens were as followed: Peter, blue eyed blond. Then there was Ed, shorter green eyed, brunette who step on the lawn. Next was the tall, handsome Dean, who could care less. And then there was Andrew, tall as teen with curly hair and greener eyes, but I digress. Finally came Charlie, the youngest of the bunch. He came, hoping to get a free lunch.
The entered the house, admiring the decorations. The house was decked for a candy celebration. Gingerbread walls, and frosting paste. Candy cane doors, so yummy they'd taste. Gumdrop lights and licorice wires. They looked just as good as the potted chocolate flowers. Then down came grandma who greeted them with a smile. "Dear oh me, I could spot you kids from a mile. Now come along, the kitchen we go. I've some food for you don't you know."
They followed her to the kitchen, where a nice spread awaits. She could wait for them to take the bait. "Girls come help me gets things done. Boys don't eat yet, wait for the fun." She took the girls to another room. Dean stepped forward and took a macaroon.
"No sense in waiting." he said and took a bite. It's time to end this childish rhyme and start the delight.