Me oh my 

Do I like pie 

That’s a fact 

I can’t deny 

Cream or Fruity 

Custard or Savory 

I like pie in every flavory 

Hey there waitress! 

Make it three! 

One for Jim and 2 for me 

Whipped Cream topping 

Chocolate drizzle 

Powdered sugar? 

Oh, for shizzle! 

Heat it till the filling sizzles 

In the evening 

Have it a la mode 

From the corridors of 

Your humble abode 

Cold crisp milk 

Between each bite 

My taste buds dance 

In sweet delight 

Like little children 

Out in the snow 

Cheeks all rosy 

Heart aglow 

Because a slice of pie 

Isn’t only dessert 

And it isn’t cake 

And it isn’t cobbler 

It’s a time machine 

To those childhood times 

On which we reminisce 

When we write these rhymes 

So with every bite 

Pie takes us back then 

Reminds us of when 

We were children again