Sung to the tune of a Protestant hymn
Cookie of childhood,
sweeter than a songbird’s song;
tasting of wheat and sky and sun;
each piece a pleasure,
each taste a treasure–
cookie of childhood has just begun.
Walking the woodland,
working with my good hands,
touching the wheat and earth and dew;
now is my childhood,
here is my cookie–
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Sung to the tune of a Protestant hymn
Cookie of childhood,
sweeter than a songbird's song;
tasting of wheat and sky and sun;
each piece a pleasure,
each taste a treasure--
cookie of childhood has just begun.
Walking the woodland,
working with my good hands,
touching the wheat and earth and dew;
now is my childhood,
here is my cookie--
this is the whole which I share with you.
Cookie of childhood,
sweeter than a songbird's song,
tasting of wheat and rain and sun;
each piece a pleasure,
each taste a treasure--
cookie of childhood and I are one.
--Composed by Lyn Coffin during the Retreat for Psychotherapists, Winter Park, Colorado, May 1989
