When immigrants sailed to America on ships, they saw the statue of Liberty. These immigrants could have been staving, povished, ragged people, who where sick beyond belief, from being cramped up in their ships for such a long time. When they reached Ellis Island, a torched hand lit the way. On it, was o poem, written by Emma Lazurus. This is not the poem.
By Khabarakh
Give me your sugar,
Your sweets,
Your dark chocolate yearning to be eaten...
I'm a sugarholic,On a high!
Give me some sugar,
Or You'll die.
When I need my sugar high,
Hear me shout:
Gimme sugar or I'll wipe you out!!
By: Me!!
To the tune of "Oh Susana"
It rained all night the day I left,
The cookies, they were dry,
The sun so hot,
The fudge sauce froze,
People, don't you cry.
Chorus
Oh, crazy people, don't you cry for me,
For I'm on my way to Sugarland, where all the sweets are free.
That was (another)sugar song by Khab.
The sweet sugar, so sweet (To the tune of My county 'tis of thee)
The sweet sugar, so sweet
of which I crave to eat
is de-li-cious
It gives me sugar highs
Which by taste is a great prize
So try sugar on even fries
for it is so sweet
That's by me, bit it was very spur of the moment. Please don't kill me with butter knives for this!!