Cookies are so inviting, <br />And Gramma has learned the art; <br />Each one bares the stamp of her heart. <br /> <br />Cookies are so inviting, <br />They seem to beckon and say; <br />It's a shame to be put away. <br /> <br />Cookies are so inviting, <br />And one of them's calling to me. <br />Why, I felt it wink; don't you see? <br /> <br />Cookies are so inviting; <br />Although we are ready to go, <br />There're only two left don't you know. <br /> <br />Cookies are so inviting; <br />Their taste is still in the air <br />As long as there's still one there. <br /> <br />Cookies are so inviting <br />To little fingers and eyes <br />Creeping slowly toward the prize… <br /> <br />Cookies are so inviting<br /><br />Adeline Foster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cookies-6/
