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

Did you come here for a pie,
Do forgive me if me head's a vague
What is But you'd think we had the plague
From the way that people avoiding, no, you don't

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

These are probably the pies in London
I know why cares to take them
I know, I make them, but good? No
The worst in London
Even polite, the worst pies in London
If you doubt it a bite

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

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

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

do in my shop
Just the thought of it's enough to you sick
And I'm telling you them pussycats is
No times is hard, sir

Even harder than the worst pies in
Only lard and nothing
Is that just revolting? All and gritty?
It looks like it's molting and tastes like, well,
A woman alone with limited

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