Powdered sugar, cinnamon, and iced
Filled, sprinkled, all dunked with delight
Tired of cereal, eggs, toast and oatmeal
On Saturday morning it’s the standard appeal
Let’s get donuts, oh please, pretty please

Eaten when young and savoring each bite
The old knowing well the result of this vice
But lips to your hips, matters not at this age
Enjoyment in the now is sometimes okay
Let’s get donuts, oh please, pretty please

The power of choice all in my hands
Say yes and provide this simplest of joys
The agony of defeat if they hear, not today
Let’s get donuts, oh pretty please, Please
No regrets for this time when I give them their way