SUGAR YUM YUM

SUGAR YUM YUM Children’s Book Concept

Meet Sugar Yum Yum

Sugar Yum Yum is a clown.

She likes to hang upside down.

She loves to twirl around and swing

and hop and skip and jump and sing.

Her song is high and fun and sweet—

lilting notes and classic suites.

Sugar Yum Yum is a painter.

She paints on faces and on paper.

She glitters and sparkles and rainbows with glee,

and flowers and speckles with bubbles and leaves.

Sugar Yum Yum is a dancer.

She knows that rhythm is the answer.

She moves her body to the beat—

tapping, tapping happy feet.

Sugar Yum Yum is a twister.

She makes balloons with zest and bluster:

monkey, pony, bat, or lady,

owl or hat, or even baby.

Practice, practice till they pop—

Sugar Yum Yum never stops.

Sugar Yum Yum likes her sweets.

She eats them till they rot her teeth.

She chews and chomps and licks them up—

crunching them, munching them, eating them up.

Sugar, sugar in her brain—

she feels like she could go insane.

She runs and jumps, twirls round and round,

and leaps and strangely creeps around.

“Mommy Yum Yum! Help me, please!

My head! It hurts, as do my teeth!”

“Sugar Yum Yum, my sweety sweet-sweet,

do tell me what causes your grief.

Could it be all this sticky sweet-sweet

pasting your hair to your hands

and your feet to the street?”

Sugar Yum Yum knows her fate—

for one, she stayed out much too late.

She ate all the candy in her sight;

she gave her Mommy quite a fright.

“Sugar Yum Yum, brush your teeth,

wash your body, get under your sheets.

It’s time for you to go to sleep.

Stop thinking about all those sweets!

“You sang and twirled and twisted and danced.

You hopped and painted and made quite a mess.

“Sleep now, my sweetest Yum Yum.

Dream of wondrous things to come.

Though you will visit the dentist tomorrow,

let your heart not fill with sorrow.

“Mommy knows what’s best for you.

I hope your dreams won’t make you blue.

For sugary dreams are not so sweet—

tomorrow will tell what will come of your teeth.

“So pray, my sweet, to the Great Ring Master,

that your little clown teeth are not a disaster.”

Sugar prayed to the Great Ring Master

that her little clown teeth would not be a disaster,

and she promised from the bottom of her heart

in sweets and candy she would no longer take part.

No chewy or gummy or crunchy, she promised,

no sugary sweetness—she was being quite honest.

Sugar Yum Yum fell asleep;

she dreamed all night of rotten teeth.

She saw them running round and round,

out of her mouth and all around town—

chattering, clattering, rotten and mean.

“Gummy Yum Yum!” was what they screamed.

“Ahhhh!”

Sugar woke with quite a start.

“Mommy Yum Yum!!!”

“Yes, my sweetheart?”

“My teeth, my teeth!”

“Looks like one jumped out!

It’s a celebration—there’s no need to pout.

As you can see, your teeth are all here,

except for the one that jumped out over there.

“You’re getting bigger—no cause for alarm.

Another one’s waiting up there in your gums.

“Now see here, my little Yum Yum:

cats have nine lives, but of teeth there are two.

Now wait for the fairy, and she’ll tell you what to do.”

The fairy arrived like a bat from above.

She fell from the sky and gave Sugar some love.

Sugar was quite deep in her sleep,

and when she woke up there she could see

a gift from a fairy—

probably just dust,

or maybe a liquid...

but could Sugar trust?

She picked up the bottle, gazed in the glass.

“Is it something to eat, like sassafras?”

She opened the bottle, and mint was the smell.

She put it together, and then she could tell.

She gurgled and gargled and bubbled her cheeks.

Then Sugar happily brushed her teeth.

“Sugar Yum Yum, I am quite proud!”

was the boast of her dentist, Dr. Sparklemouth.

“I see your mommy taught you well,

and you had a fairy visit—that much I can tell.

Brush-brush, floss-floss, gargle-gargle,

and be well!”

Sugar Yum Yum eats candy no more...

well, except for the time when children galore

go in costume from door to door.

But she always brushes and flosses her teeth,

and gargles from the bottle the fairy left, you see.

The End

3D Sculpture : Disco Sparkles