Good sense says, “Relent!” after you dine.
Temperance shtik just isn’t your kind.
Gustation frustration grabs you in time.
Thin disks with peppermint you find sublime.

Don’t care how much you use?
There’s weight to gain; for sure you won’t lose.

Thin disks with peppermint…chowin’ ’em down.
Blame the Girl Scouts ’cause your gut is round.

Look at yourself, you are no elf—oh no!
Look at yourself, you are not svelte—no, no no!

Won’t abide dividing one in two.
Cookies slide deep inside, not one but a whole slew.
Eat quick, then some more pick and briskly chew.
Midriff’s thick ’cause you won’t stick to just a few!

Don’t care how much you grew.
There’s weight to gain; even more ensues.

Good sense says, “Repent!” after you dine.
Abstinence shtik just isn’t your kind.
Gustation elation grabs you in time.
Thin disks with peppermint: your substance crime.

Don’t care how much you grew.
Look what the Girl Scouts have done to you!

Thin disks with peppermint.
Thick ’riff; bad temper’ment.

Chomp, chomp, chomp….