Bake me a pie
I am hungry,
And that’s no lie
Your pies are a must,
With that golden brown crumble crust
You feed me at festivals with its slips and its slides
Can I order some of your delicious sides?
Please pretty pretty please,
Can I have a dollop of mushy peas?
I’m feeling flash
2 scoops of creamy mash
Some people call me Davy
Cover that bad boy with loads of gravy