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Wait, what's your rush? your hurry?
You gave me such a fright, I thought you was a
Half a 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 me if me head's a little vague
What is that? But you'd think we had the
the way that people keep avoiding, no, you don't

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

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

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

it is when you get it
Never thought I'd to see the day
think it was a treat, finding poor animals
What are dying in the

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

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

Even harder the worst pies in London
Only lard and nothing
Is that revolting? All greasy and gritty?
It looks like molting and tastes like, well, pity
A woman alone with limited

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