| Knuckling his eyes |
| To keep them dry. |
| Hiding his tears from the guys. |
| Oh,
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, |
| To
catch sight of the swishing dress.
|
| Cookie gave a loud curse |
| At the Admiral's newest nurse. |
| She made matters worse |
| When
she swung her new purse.
|
| Face down into the pie. |
| He came up with a sigh. |
| He could kiss tonight's dessert goodbye |
| And
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 |
| That
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 |
| A
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 |
| And
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. |
| "My
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, |
| So
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, |
| He
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, |
| He
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 |
| Stockpile
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 |
| And
dreamed of dessert spoons being wed.
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