Ode to the Cookies

I went to a Swim&Gym youth activity at our church last night. 41 kids from our youth group loaded up onto the bus to go down to the place where the pool and gym were, in a town about 45 minutes away. As we were going down the highway, we stopped at the railroad tracks and opened the bus doors like you're supposed to. (I still don't know why) By some strange act of inertia, the cookies the youth leaders had brought tumbled down the stairs and out the door. Everyone just kind of stared for a few seconds, until our youth pastor stood and said, "All right, now let's all come up with an ode to the cookies."
Never one to turn down a challenge to write, I whipped out a pen and a piece of paper, and in five minutes I had scrawled these words(My handwriting is normally messy, but when I write on a bus, it's completely illegible):

Ode to the Cookies

The cookies are gone.
The cookies have died.
The whole youth group could drink
Of the tears we have cried.

The cookies are gone.
The cookies are dead.
I'll have nightmares of this
When I go to bed.

The cookies are gone,
Gone to heaven's bright shores.
We have lost these dear cookies.
Thank goodness there's more.

Then, another girl on the bus rapped it, which was completely hilarious to listen to and watch. On the way back, we saw the little cookie tray on the side of the road. Hope the animals will enjoy the cookies in our stead!!!