I was visiting Dr. Mary Crowell recently, and she muttered the title of this track on discovering that the girl scout cookies in the cupboard had been severely depopulated overnight.
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Every creature that's born has just got to eat A
And some like broccoli and some like meat D
But the girl scouts cheer when they see him on the street A D
Lord love him, he's a cookie-eatin' man A E A
And hey-diddle-dee E
At the patisserie E
A-hi-diddle-die A
He ain't lookin' for pie A
Just a dozen chocolate chippers hot off the pan A D
Lord love him he's a cookie-eatin' man A E A
Measure the flour, set the oven's heat
I hope you've got plenty of eggs to beat
For his love of snacks it ain't petite
Lord love him he's a cookie-eatin' man
He's easy to please, just bake some treats
Unless you're a diet he never will cheat
Let him in to your heart and there'll be crumbs in your sheets
Lord love him he's a cookie-eatin' man