The other cookie

    Beautiful dear do you want a story true
 The black crow from the skies flew
Eyed the fresh bread I baked for you

 Mother took pity and gave it a crumb
Didn't touch it though and acted dumb

 Insulted but friendly I gave it a fruit
It was his turn to be insulted and what a brute

 Then I gave it a crispy cookie from the glass jar
He viewed it with eyes shrewder than the star

 Now you know where your other cookie did go.