All the sandwich cookies sweet
In their frilly paper neat
They are gone this afternoon,
They have left you, Lorna Doone ...
You are plain and you are square
And your flavor's only fair.
Soon there'll be an empty place
Where we saw your smiling face.
Lorna Doone, Lorna Doone,
You were last but you weren't wasted.
Lorna Doone, Lorna Doone,
We'll remember how you tasted.
from Egg Thoughts and Other Frances Songs
And it's dedicated to my roommate Alyssa because she loves those cookies!
Thank you!
~Frances
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