So little which makes the world again,
Bright as a candle upon a nightly glen,
Chocolate, thou art from Above,
You fill me with the Divine, th'Earthly and Love;
Would this dreary life come to an end,
Without thee, or just trod on, wi' no joy to lend?

Parts of milk and cocoa and perfection,
You are the Emperor of Sugar, God of Confections,
Before thee stands no man or treat,
Who could ever be so god damn sweet,
As thou, my Lover, my Lord, and my Master,
Who is dark as the earth, or white alabaster.

OK HELP ME OUT HERE. >:O WE NEED TO PRAISE THE CHOCOLATE.