If you go to the Milk Bar today,

You might find something in your way.

With chocolate topping in your eyes

You’re bound to get a big surprise.

Whipped cream dripping from your fingers,

Something in there lurks and lingers.

You’d better take your dad and mum,

Because you’re far too little

To handle the walnut brittle.

It’s going to get in through your ears.

It’s going to open up your fears.

When you’re hiding under the bed,

You’ll feel the pain inside your head.

The cavities will bring you down,

Because you’re far too little

To handle the walnut brittle.

Now quickly lock your bedroom door.

Your teeth will drop out on the floor.

You’ll feel the pain from all the honey;

You can’t afford it: got no money.

Take my advice and stay at home,

Because you’re far too little

To handle the walnut brittle.