Damaged Goods?

It came like a bag,

Filled with candy

Our country feasted,

cause it was different

The same bag

Traveled around the world,

All around,

All enjoyed it!

All made the same candy

All tasted the same

I tried to change it and

I liked my version better

It was the same

With a little twist,

Like lemonade,

With extra sugar

I traveled around with my candy

Everyone one else laughed

But my country liked it

and we called it our own

Everyone else laughed,

Called us slow

and old-fashioned

Because we were creative

We took our original recipes

and mixed them with 

their candy,

We got the best of both worlds.

Our nation

Your gift

Your language

We can change it to make it ours.

Is something wrong with that?