The Crook Took My Book

The crook took my book

I didn’t have time to look

I was learning how to cook

When he took it off the hook

I was making cherry pie you see

It was my favorite recipe

I had made such a mess of me

When the crook took the book from the hook

I chased him down a one-way street

My feet were slow, his feet were fleet

I thought that he might have me beat

Then the book fell from the crooks crook

He fled the busy sidewalk then

I bet we won’t see him again

I went back home, feeling a hundred and ten

And put my cook book back on the hook

Can you smell that cherry pie?