Mama's makin' cookies.
"I wanna help!"
So pull up a chair to stand on yourself.
Little brother shows up
and helps me make
mountains of sugar,
houses of butter and sugar brown.
Then, like angels
we make weather on our little town.
Together we make it
rain
and pour
and see what else Mama has in store.
Like licking spoons
while we wait
wait
and wait
for it to bake.
The timer goes off!
Pour milk,
and eat our hard work.
Crumbly,
mumbly,
humbly cookies.
More's on the floor
than in our faces
but we don't care
because Mama made us cookies.
