In B Minor

I'm moving out of my apartment. I found an old jacket of mine in the back of the closet, and in one of the pockets was a crumpled note:

"Song about Benny being
like a vending machine
giving out tasty bits
rest of the time sedentary
in the corner,
Sometimes at a high school
most likely at the airport
and he likes unicorns too
much
also likes bears
wonder why he hasn't
come up with the unibear
or the grizzly corn,
really needs to get on
his shit

gives out lots of
things like salty snacks
and sweet treats, ok I guess
those are the only two types,
oh wait i forgot the packs of
gum that he keeps in his upper
right corner"

I don't write songs. I write notes. And I may be an idiot.