Do you want your muffins dandified?
Your coffeecake all candified?
Streusel.
Do you rhapsodize and drool
for the frosting drizzle pool?
Do your eyes light up for lumps,
those sweet adrenaline pumps?
Ah, streusel.
Life’s troubles briefly mollified
with confection bumpily jollified,
the crunch is not hyperbolized —
may your days, dear reader, be streusilized.
Oddments 