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Wait, your rush? What's your hurry?
You me such a fright, I thought you was a ghost
a minute can't you sit? Sit you down, sit
All I meant is that I haven't seen a for weeks

Did you here for a pie, sir?
Do forgive me if me a little vague
What is that? But you'd think we had the
From the way that people keep avoiding, no, you

knows I try, sir
But there's no one comes in to inhale
Right you are, sir, you like a drop of ale?
Mind you I can blame them

These are probably the worst pies in
I why nobody cares to take them
I know, I make them, but good? No
The worst in London
Even that's polite, the pies in London
If you it take a bite

Is that just, disgusting? You to concede it
nothing but crusting, here drink this, you'll need it
The pies in London
And no wonder the price of meat

What it is you get it
Never I'd live to see the day
Men'd it was a treat, finding poor animals
What are in the street

Mrs. has a pie shop
Does a business, but I something weird
Lately all her neighbors have disappeared
Have to it to her, what I calls enterprise
Popping pussies pies

Wouldn't do in my
the thought of it's enough to make you sick
And I'm telling you them is quick
No denying is hard, sir

Even harder than the worst in London
lard and nothing more
Is just revolting? All greasy and gritty?
It looks like it's molting and like, well, pity
A woman alone with wind

And the worst in London
Sir, is hard, times is hard