Brown & Sweet

You place me daily on your rear burner

but the heat is just the same

I watch you as you go and come

I play your little game

From time to time you glance my way

Make sure I'm still on low

I sometimes even spiff and sputter

That gets your ears, I know

My minutes in this game are numbered

Then I'll join the crowd

I'll first turn black then brown and sweet

If I'm Colombian, I can't be beat.