The scent of cinnamon fills the air,

The nose appears from out of now where,

But these cookies are not to be eaten…

Made with applesauce and glue,

These cookies are not good for you.

But, said the nose with the wagging tail,

You are the one

Who trained me

to find the cinnamon!

Silly me, in my crafting hat,

I had forgotten all about that!

Here have a cookie, a treat and a biscuit .

And thanks for the reminder to listen.