When I used to have pie for dinner
I used to finish first
I’d eat so much of it
That I’d think I’d easily burst
Every sort of pie was made at home
And I’d gobble it all down,
That I’d become so fat and heavy
That I’d no longer fit in my gown
Apple pie, blueberry pie,
Straw berry pie and more,
I’d become so huge and fat
That I’d not be able to squeeze out the door
But suddenly we were out of flour,
So that meant no more pies
So we can’t complain about the food we now eat
Or we’ll have to survive without food otherwise.
THE END
Tapasmi 