To my older sister, she would bake cookies and we ( actually just me )would eat them all, right out of the oven....Sorry Sis
How, I see you contemplating Mixing stirring rolling shaking And forever carefully taking Not to spill some on the floor In the bowl you're tightly holding With a spoon you're gently folding And with both hands you start molding Molding as you have before Then to the oven, you will take it And we'll wait while you now bake it But our eager eyes can't fake it If we eat one we'll want more As the sweet smell fills the rafters You know what we are really after With a loud but nervous laughter You sweep us all right out the door
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