March of the Jelly Babies

I wish I did not share this yellow bag
with all these other smiling moulds
of all the colours of the rainbow.
There's no elbow room
and I'm only small.

We sit here in our yellow prison,
waiting for the hand to find us,
snatch us from our homes and
tear our torso in two.
Then one clever baby in the bunch,
a red one with a smiley face, tells us
"I think I have an idea.

We shall rise up out of the yellow prison.
We shall abseil down the shelves and march
right up to the front counter
and seize the till with strength of numbers.
Next we shall march to the door and open it
and we shall march down the pavement
and the road, towards the supermarkets
and beyond."

(This is the sequel to 'Jelly Babies Have Ears'.)