"PopCorn"

They pop, they jump, they can't be controlled. All the children in the court are anxiously waiting for Grandma to churn out this wonder of nature. Everyone in a circle ready for their Saturday afternoon snack. It doesn't take much to be happy. Like they're raining down from the sky, like little white asteroids jumping into your mouth. All different, all for us, all together under the sun of a summer that will never die.