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The
Yankees love their Apple Pie,
The Brits, their Custard Pie,
My wife told me she can't make pie,
She knows, for she has tried.
The Dutch
have Apple Berry Pie,
The Scottish, Mincemeat Pie,
Italians have Ricotta Pie,
And I have none, "Oh, Why?"
I love
that little flaky crust,
That goes with morning tea,
It seems that all the world has some,
But there is none for me.
The
Finnish have Karjalan Pie,
Whatever that may be,
The Greeks have Cheese And Spinach Pie,
I'd love a piece with Brie.
So, as
the world enjoys their pie,
I eat a simple tart,
For even though I love my pie,
We live a world apart.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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