Simple
Simple Simon was a Pi, man.
You didn’t know this about him?
He’s a round little guy,
Who loves his Pie and
Sum is often on his chin.
Then one day to simplify,
Simple Simon changed his lye!
He thought while needing his doe,
"I'll fold it over, then roll it over,
That’s how I’ll make this gold."
Simple Simon worked his dough,
He worked it with his pin,
He rolled it over, folded it over,
Then he placed it into his tin.
Taking care to trim the ends,
He pinched the edges and
He scalloped the bends.
“It’s ready” he said…
Four, your human consumption.
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