People have asked me,
how did I come up with the name...

Covered from head to toe,
with Arizona dust...

I saw her today,
it had been weeks...

Feeble hands old and sore,
not as strong anymore...

Do you hear them calling?
Cookies and Milk, Cookies and Milk...

What is that smell?
Where's it coming from...

Busy little ants,
Coming and going...

Only to see your face,
In my secret place...

To my Father up above,
With all my heart I Love...