Peter Piper Picked a Peck
Right that for instance bugs me
Is a peck not a small amount
Like a beak or a kiss
Did he learn to play the pipes because of his name
Maybe he was a plumber
So he choose something really small
We’re the peppers drunk
Were they in a jar
So he choose a tiny amount of vinegarated pepper
His PR team must be incredible
Don’t get me started on the coun
Try adventure of albino princess and the little men who lived together
Is it me that finds that a bit creepy
All the animals only cane in when they had left for work
Squirrel you stay at the cave
When they start singing that song come and warn us
What were the doing to those poor animals
What else can we ruin
You took in too much booze.
Pie-eyed-that's why you lose.
You're out with no money.
That's not a bit funny!
There's no more left to play.
It's time to go away.
Just leave the casino.
Home is where you must go.
Mince pies
Are slang for eyes
Sounds ridiculous to me
If we had mince pies for eyes
None of us could see
Just havin some fun here to the melody of a song written in 1945 called Frim Fram Sauce, made famous by Nat King Cole and many others.
You gottcha Black Bottom Cheesecake,
Meat pie that Mom makes
and sure to satisfy -
you gotcha freshed picked Apple
and cinnamon spice
with some icecream on the side.
If Boysenberry don't getcha droolin'
or a Shepard's pie steamin' hot,
maybe Coconut Cream or Mississippi Mud
or a crust topped Chicken Pot.
Now, if Boston or Banana Cream don't do it,
then Blueberry's gotta hit the spot
and don't forget Key Lime or Lemon Meringue
with a dab of whipped cream on top,
or lip snakin' pies like Peach and Peacan
or Pumpkin or Pizza - help me. I can't stop!
I woke from my dream and did some braggin'
as I looked my wife in the eye.
Then the last dessert I ever ate
was a large piece of Humble Pie!
The trees have pumpkin-pied themselves
they're dipped in orange butterscotch.
The squirrel's nests of pick-up sticks
hide acorns stores which plink-plop.
Below the apple trees bowed branches
mother harvests windfalls for pies.
Father takes a old buck down
for mincemeat pie, bye and bye.
The corn field's full of children small
gathering ears for Dutch Corn pie.
A cider smell of cinnamon
reminds of crispy crusts on standby.
Mother's at her best this season
and all those pies-- why its the reason!
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