|Knuckling his eyes|
|To keep them dry.|
|Hiding his tears from the guys.|
why did the Captain order onion fries?
|Tapped to give a tour of the Mess|
|To a bunch of eggheads, I guess.|
|He wasn't happy, I confess,|
catch sight of the swishing dress.
|Cookie gave a loud curse|
|At the Admiral's newest nurse.|
|She made matters worse|
she swung her new purse.
|Face down into the pie.|
|He came up with a sigh.|
|He could kiss tonight's dessert goodbye|
have to create on the fly.
|He looked in the corner at the supply|
|And wondered what ingredients to apply.|
|I wish I was that rowdy fly|
buzzed him around by and by.
|As that fly, I knew I'd see|
|Spices, flour, eggs, nuts and honey of the bee.|
|He threw himself into creating with glee|
honeynut cake that would delight his Lee.
|Alas, it wasn't meant to be|
|As the submarine rolled in the sea.|
|Flour, eggs, nuts, and honey settled on he|
others stood and laughed at the melee.
|Wiping the mess off his head,|
|He really wanted to go to bed.|
|"A dessert I'll make!" he said.|
Captain and Admiral will be fed!"
|Once again, he went to create|
|For the officers, crew and first mate.|
|He didn't want them to wait,|
he vowed the dessert wouldn't be late.
|With a pinch, a dollop, a dip,|
|A cup, a tablespoon, a sip,|
|A heated oven and a pancake flip,|
produced sugar cookies for Lee and Chip.
|Back at the farm|
|They say the third time is the charm.|
|For him to have dough on his arm,|
figured there was no harm.
|The next time Lee wanted special food,|
|Cookie decided he would fix him good.|
|As soon as possible, he knew he would|
frozen desserts as he could.
|As they ate, he went to bed,|
|Allowing them to graze as they fed.|
|He craved the sleep in his head|
dreamed of dessert spoons being wed.
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