Ever wonder what it’s like
For a cookie on a bike?
Ever wonder how you’d feel
wrapped beneath a tin-strip seal?
Ever talk amongst yourselves
Grumbling, “blasted Keebler elves”?
Cassie’s Cookies, freshly baked,
Bagged up nicely, yours to take,
All have smiles on their faces
Trusting to your senses’ graces.
Leave them not in baggy prisons;
Making chief of your decisions
Here and now to free round friend
From bag to mouth which is
The End