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It takes determination and self-sacrifice to sell Girl Guide cookies!!
THE COOKIE LAMENT                                                                                          
          What are these being shipped by a large truck ?                                                            
          With a dolly , five labourers , and a driveway filled with muck .                                                  
          It's been , at least ninety seconds or more , since they began piling up by the door ,                    
          And they're stacking them up as far and as high, as ever they've been piled before.                    
          They are cookies , all - too - many cookies ! ! !                                                                      
          And in all available spaces                                                                                          
          You'll find boxes and boxes stuffed up to our grim faces                                                  
          And many more cookies besides.                                                                                
          And there's not much danger,                                                                                
          Of squeezing in much else or hiding a stranger.                                                            
          Because walls and walls of cases                                                                                
          Shored up with furniture, doors and braces,                                                                      
          Will help fund camps, crafts, and crests.                                                                      
          And give our Guides, all Guides, the very best.                                                                                                                                                                   
          What are these still stacked by my front door?                                                            
          All I see are cookies, cookies and more.                                                                      
          Maybe the day will come, when they are gone - - every last crumb!                                        
          And I'll be singing a song, and telling a tale of millions of cookies, except some!!                              
          There were cookies, too many cookies!                                                            
          And in attics, dens ,and crawl-spaces                                                                      
          You will find Guiders covering their faces.                                                                      
          With unsteady hands and quivering lips                                                                      
          They'll be mumbling about clever selling tips.                                                            
          There's a price to pay for each cookie mile,                                                            
          But it's all worthwhile to see a Girl Guide SMILE! ! !                                                                                                    

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