Little Master Mischievous, in the cookie jar, Who has ever told you where the cookies are? Now your sticky fingers smear the curtains white; You have finger-printed everything in sight.
There's no use in scolding; when you smile that way You can rob of terror every word we say.
3 comments:
You changed the name!! I just noticed. I have been waiting for it.
Ummmm I want the one second from the bottom those look like good cookies! You know my address!
Can I have some cookies too please
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