Shoofly Pie
The Labrea Tar Pits in a pastry shell
can be for flying insects, a living hell.
They are drawn to something so sticky and sweet.
It still shows some remnants of an oven’s heat.
When they land there, certain death is what they meet.
Its purpose is so the Amish folks can eat.
For Dinah Shore and others, it’s a nice treat.
If in Eastern Pennsylvania passing by,
don’t forget to pick up some shoofly pie.
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