Piemaking With Uncle Donald
Donald brought Huey Dewy and Louie in to bake the pie.
Louie said, “Ouch! I got some of those seedlings in my eye!”
Things will happen, of course, and that’s okay, said Cy.
Who are you anyway? Asked Donald, as if he were a fly.
“He is our friend!” Huey and Dewy chimed in right away.
So Uncle Donald had to teach four to bake a pie that day.
They designed the top and put sugar on the crust.
If you are in town, stopping by for a bite is a must.
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