Who stole my cookie?
Ah yes. Wise and wonderous.
There was something missing.
Something that didn't fit. The day went well and yet...
it was still incomplete.
"It can't be..." she thought.
"No. No it shouldn't be that way." she muttered out loud.
Molly was a little girl
She knew naught of the world
The thoughts she had so pure
No one could find a flaw
A few growths later when she was 13
She met a boy named Todd
She thought she fell in love
But time proved her heart a fraud
She knew him well through poems
She knew him well through songs
But not as much as she wanted to
To know him, where he belongs
After being friends for some time
She still could not tell
How much their friendship weighed
On his side or her side well
This struck a blow, blew a chord
Rang the big church bell
It made her think and then decide
That none of that would sell
Now Molly would tell you her story
If only you would listen
Of friend, of foes that no one knows
And things that really isn't
Who stole my cookie?
