Ode to David's Cookies

We're going to DC's!
We aren't hard to please.
It doesnt matter who is there
If someone's in our favorite chair
Or if there's no one neat to meet--
Long as there's something sweet to eat
Our evening is complete.

And as we open up the door our expectation swells
The tinkling of the bells
Is first to greet our senses, swiftly followed by the smells.
The smells!
What fare the air foretells!
A milky cookie chocolate cloud is jumping up and down,
And waving his red mittens round
The buckles of his jacket sleeves,
Hood flapping in the fragrant baker's breeze!

And then we look. We look!
What did the lady cook?
Some nutty flakey chewy crumby sticky tumbly gook!
Or shall we eat ice cream? We'll have to read the flavors.
(Our hearts are thumping bongo beats in demisemiquavers).
There's coffee, toffee, truffle, ruffle,
ripple, apple cheesecake velvet frosty frothy flavors!

With toppings! No stoppings! The chocolate candy droppings!
The crinkle sprinkle candy crumbs
and cookie chunks in gloppings!
Over cups and over cones,
Over Smith and over Jones.
Oh, anything, just dump it!
Scoop it! Dunk it! Dip it! Pump it!

But hold it! Don't rush it!
Don't smash or mash or mush it!
For we will eat it spoon by spoonful,
Careful, steady, small and slow,
Because there's no where else to go,
And nothing more for us to do,
Than sip the sauce, and chew the crumbs,
And stick our fingers in the goo,
And suck upon our yummy sticky thumbs.