Cookies Down at the Lake
Slurp your strawberry milkshake.
Eat your vanilla cream cake.
Hurry–’fore we reach the lake!
Or you’ll get a stomach ache,
If less than thirty minutes you take.
Sugar cookies–you did bake?
I hope so for your own sake.
No cookies means a mean Jake.
How many more did you make?
I hope enough or his spirit’ll break.
Not a cookie should you fake.
They are his fave, that kid Jake.
Don’t swap one for a hotcake.
Don’t mess with him at the lake.
There’s only so much that he can take.
Earthquakahh clambaykahhh