Simple Simon

Met a pie man

Going to the fair

Said Simple Simon

To the pie man

What have you got there?

Pies, old chap

And they're not crap

They'll bring you joy

My boy.

They're made with herbs

And special weed,

They'll make you happy

Yes indeed!

They will not do you any harm

I make them

On MacDonald's farm.

Now you out there

might think this funny

That the pie man took his money.

His mother it did not amuse

So Simon's arse she did abuse (metaphorically, of course)

A/N It didn't help that he giggled throughout the whole process!

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Owain Glyn