That I like pie there is no doubt–
Around me long, you’d find it out.
There’s only one kind I won I t eat
To this one I admit defeat–
It’s cherry.
For when I sit me down to eat
I like to think thoughts calm and sweet,
And that there’s pretty hard to do
If on a whopping seed you chew
In cherry.
It slips up on you from bebind
For have you ever tried to find
A seed, sir? No! You hve to bite
Right down on it with all your might–
That’s cherry.
I like for folks to come right out
Instead of going round about
To do me wrong, and that is why
I can’t stand that one kind of pie–
Yes, cherry!
The man who first made cherries grow
Sure did befriend a man I know–
The Dentist!!
by Ray Romine Thursday, January 25, 1934
