There's a Barony in Drachenwald
Knight's Crossing it is called
And there they hold the Cookie Wars
Enjoyed by one and all.
Even though most of the battles
Are fought in the sun's light
The final battle begins after dark
and continues throughout the night.

(Chorus:)


Take a cookie in your left hand
Take a cookie in your right.
Munch Left,
Munch Right,
Wash it down with a beer
Repeat throughout the night.
If one cookie is uneaten
When the sun comes up once more
Then although we ate and drank all night
We'll have lost the cookie war.

There's field battles a plenty
And woods and towns and more.
Every fighter is sure to get their fill
of bashing heads and swords.
But when the armor comes off
there is still one fight to fight
The final battle begins after dark
And continues throughout the night.

(Chorus)

Come morning the ground is covered
with a hundred empty beers
And the broken bodies of cookies
tell of a battle without peer.
Before we leave it's cleaned up
not a crumb left on the floor.
Then we'll be back again next year
for another Cookie War.

An event held every summer in Germany. It is always around some kind of cookie theme. This song was written the morning after as I gazed at the broken cookie crumbs and empty beer bottles. It wrote itself.