Cinnamon Sally, 

With the heart of a cinnabun

And the aura of cinnamon

Prances around the fields

But the spice fills her nostrils

To where she can't breathe

 

Cinnamon Sally,

Gives a smile of cinnamon

Bakes cookies for her friendly

Neighbors, but they don't know

The time it took for her to bake them 

With the powdered sugar clouding her eyes

 

Cinnamon Sally,

Has lots of goodies to give

And has goodies to get

But her smile keeps her going

It keeps her baking, and baking

And the spice won't wear off

 

Cinnamon Sally,

With her neighbors on her side

They fear the cookies that

She bakes for them with her

Cinnabun heart, so they place her in

A gingerbread house, to ween her of the spice

 

Cinnamon Sally, 

Can't tolerate the gingerbread

Because the spice is overpowering

And she realizes that

All she ever baked was gingerbread

But no gingerbread could eat her spice

 

Cinnamon Sally,

Finds comfort with the

Licorice that hangs from beside her

So she climbs the rope

And she discovers a wonderous land

Of gumdrops, for the spice has left her