The Cookie Jar
Give me cookies, their such a delight.
Give me cookies before I start a fight.
Their chocolaty and sweet,
Something that can't ever be beat!
Their presence in front of me are lined,
as the cookies are running through my mind.
Their so irresistibly goowy and hot,
making my mouth melt from the start.
"Their only for me!" I say to myself.
But just incase not, I hid some in my special shelf.
In my head controlled, in my mind sold..
So give me cookies, their such a delight.
Give me cookies before I start a fight.
Their chocolaty and sweet,
Something that can't ever be beat!
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