The
fingers in the cookies jar
The
sin can't get away
Though
lies can be said
In
the crumbs on the fingers
It
is only the apple polishers
They
will sing the melody
“The
fingers aren't in the cookies jar
He
tries to cover it up to keep it fresh”
The
blind will agree
The
fools will clap hands
They
think of the cookies
It
makes for the hungry
The
cats will jump over
The
dogs will bark at it
The
fingers in the cookies jar
It
feels good to touch its contents
The
educated will point finger
There
is no way to escape
Red
handed with the crumbs
What
will you say in the end?
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