The Piem
Bring out the pie
Raise it up high
Up to the sky
A sight for sore eyes!
Put down that pie
Tempting, it lies
Keep off the flies!
From spoiling that pie
Look at the pie
The time is nigh
Take some to try,
No need to ask why!
Eat up the pie
Wave it goodbye!
Lick the plate dry,
With contented sigh
There's no more pie
Call out "oh my!"
It makes you cry
For more of that pie!
All hail the pie!
Praise to the pie!
We love that pie!
Magnificent pie!
The Joy of Pie
The wonderful thing about chickens
Is that you can bake them in pies
Covered with lashings of gravy
Eat up 'til your plate is bone dry
Pick yourself handfuls of mushrooms
And make yourself some mushroom pie
With soft creamy sauce inside it
Finish off with contented sigh
Raspberries, strawberries, cherries
Such fruit can be made into pie
Sweeten with fresh cream or sugar
The taste it brings tears to your eyes
In orchards are plenty of apples
So pick some and put in a pie
Ideal to take on a picnic
To enjoy under clear blue skies
Out in the fields are shepherds
They're eating their own special pie
Topped with new golden taters
"Hey Shepherds, give us some to try!"
By rivers, hobbits are fishing
They fish to make Fisherman's pie
Fresh trout or salmon as filling
Eat up, as other fish swim by
There's wonderful food in the Shire
But the best has got to be pie
Soft crusty dishes of goodness
All hail the magnificent pie!
An Ode to Stew
If you're cold and feeling blue
You need some food inside of you
A snack to nibble just won't do
You have to eat a hearty stew
First get hold of cuts of meat
Some chunks of beef are just the treat
Place on a stove with lots of heat
Cook them up 'til juicy sweet
Put some water in a pot
And heat it up 'til boiling hot
Add all of the veg you've got
Carrots, taters, peas; Add the lot!
Then stir in the meat as well
Add some flour to make it swell
It gives off a lovely smell
The odour casts a lovely spell!
Also add a bit of spice
A touch of thyme will make it nice
Now stir it once, then stir it twice
Just don't sell it any price!
Now you've got a tasty stew
No need to feel so cold and blue
Just don't share it, it's all for you
You'll feel better when you eat stew!
Apples
Happy is the hobbit with an apple in their hand
All gleaming and all golden and looking rather grand
Apples all grow freely on the trees across the land
There's no excuse for anyone not to have one in their hand
Spend a soothing evening ambling under apples trees
Whilst the wind brings fragrant scents from the apple leaves
And gently blow the blossoms that float by on the breeze
Reach up to the apples and grab as many as you please
Turn them into tasty tarts, or put them in a pie
Glazed with golden honey, cut yourself a slice to try
Delicious and delightful, eat with a dreamy sigh
Glistening are the apples, like the glint in Hobbit's eyes
In summer or in autumn eating apples does you good
Feasting in the fields, or a picnic in the woods
Put them in your pockets, or hide them in your hood
Pick some for your Ma and Pa, like all good hobbits should
So, happy is the hobbit who eats an apple every day
Have one now for breakfast, there is no better way
And eat one in the evening, as in your bed you lay
Apples make you happy, what more is there to say?
