There once was a sweet, soft Werther’s delight,
With a buttery glow wrapped golden and bright.
It melted down slow,
With a caramel flow,
Bringing comfort with each sugary bite.

It whispered of days gone by,
Of cosy armchairs and treats piled high,
Not chewy or bold,
But smooth, rich, and gold,
A classic that never runs dry.

Though simple, it charmed without fuss,
A sweet little moment just for us—
For when you need cheer,
Keep Werther’s near,
In a world that moves far too fast for us.