String of Popcorn

I'm popping popcorn for the tree.

White popcorn on a string.

I'll wrap it 'round like ribbons

For the joy that it will bring.

I bring the kernels to the stove,

I put them in a pot.

I pour the oil all over them

And get them piping hot!

The kernels are so huge and round,

I can't believe my eyes!

They'd surely make a snack

Of unimaginable size!

But this corn is for Christmas trees,

To string like speckled snow.

I swirl the pot around again,

And 'round and 'round they go!

How lucky that I found this corn,

So giant, round, and white!

I'm glad I spied it in Mom's dresser

Hidden out of sight!

How nice of her to think of me

And get the popcorn ready.

'Cause when I found the kernels,

They were on the string already!

Oh won't my mom be happy when

She sees my new creation?

A shining string of perfect corn!

A Christmas celebration!

When they start popping—boy oh boy!

My fun will be complete!

They're taking such a long long time—

I guess I'll raise the heat!