Every time I see Nancy, I cannot help but smile.
She always makes me do it; she’s trained me for a while.
She passes me a giftie each moment we meet
so when she tends to cross my mind, I think of something sweet.

A chocolate enters my mouth whenever we come close.
If we’re together longer: I get a double dose.
The little globes she give me make my tummy swell.
There’s no doubt about it: Nancy feeds me well.

I do not know her greater plan, if I’m to grow too large
to be eventually sent off onto some great barge
or worse – sailed between the ships, bouncing in the sea
too voluminous for cargo but to be moved through buoyancy.

Whatever is her greater scheme, I accept it whole.
Whether I’m the victim, or I become the goal.
I will do whatever it may be that Nancy tells
for there is no arguing that Nancy feeds me well.