It’s true, the law of chcolate chip cookies,
The one where the more you eat
The better you feel.
Maybe it isn’t true
When interfering withh Mama Bear’s
Sleep is concerned,
But boys will be boys,
We must wrestle until early into the night,
Inspired by the local libations.
Wrasslin’ is our way,
Imprinted in our DNA,
SRY for the interruption.