When I am old
I will wear
Black dress socks
With pleated shorts
I will smell of
Moldy hot chocolate
In kindergarten
An ancient nun smelling of cookies
Read to us
Smelling of cookies
Is better than smelling of moldy cocoa
But I’m no baker
And cookies and black socks
Don’t seem to fit together
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