[Verse 1] A bunny with a curious gaze, Dreaming of cookies in a buttery haze, Soft dough whispers in his ear, Chocolate chips, oh, so near. He hops through fields, past the brook, But his mind's stuck on that recipe book. A sprinkle of sugar, a dash of delight, Cookies haunt his day and his night. [Chorus] Oh, cookies, cookies, sweet and round, The only treasure this bunny has found. Dreams of crumbs and melting bliss, He’s hopping for his cookie fix. [Verse 2] At sunrise, he plans his bake, Mixing thoughts with every hop he makes. A carrot? No, it won’t suffice, He’s craving something warm and nice. The kitchen calls, a whisk in hand, Flour clouds rise like desert sand. But in his dreams, the dough’s alive, Rolling, spinning, taking a dive. [Chorus] Oh, cookies, cookies, sweet and round, The only treasure this bunny has found. Dreams of crumbs and melting bliss, He’s hopping for his cookie fix.
