Jonathan's Crossing of the Cookies & Milk River

O Jonathan! My Captain!

O Jonathon! My Captain! our tasty trip is done;

The ship has weather'd every snack, the sweets we sought were won;

The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,

While follow eyes the plundered loot, the vessel full with cookies:

But O heart! heart! heart!

O the bits of chocolate chips,

Where on the deck my Captain lies,

Gorged full with crumbs on lips.

O Jonathon! My Captain! rise up and hear the bells;

Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;

For you have brought the bounty sweet—the people now are pooling;

For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager mouths are drooling;

Here captain! dear father!

This arm beneath your head;

To rouse you from your sluggish state,

Both milk and cookie fed.

My Captain does not answer, his eyes are dazed and still;

My father does not feel my arm, he has no drive nor will;

The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;

From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with cookies won;

Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!

But yet we have to wait,

For Jonathon to sleep this off,

And then we celebrate!