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We got some hot chocolate powder,
Yet we had no hot water.
We wanted that hot chocolate,
So how should we go get it?
Light a fire?
That won't do,
We have nothing to alight.
Conjure it out of air?
Even if we were little,
We weren't that stupid.
Eat it raw?
That would be powdery,
And our parents wouldn't like it.
I knew the solution!
Cold hot chocolate!
So we rushed upstairs to all the water.
We got all our cups,
And filled them with water.
Then dumped in the packs,
And rushed downstairs again.
We then showed the adults our invention.
Cold hot chocolate!
We exclaimed.
And we drank our new invention.
A hot chocolate served cold,
Or perhaps served in packets,
A little memory of joy.
Remembering is quite delicious.