Paulina Pry
Would eat nothing but pie;
Pie was her daily diet;
Apple or plum,
She must have some
Or else she wouldn't be quiet.
She would not eat
Any bread or meat,
Though plenty of these were handy,
But would pout and cry
For a piece of pie,
Or a stick of sugar-candy.
They heard her cry
In the Land of Pie,
And sent her dozens and dozens,
Both tender and tough,
Till she'd had more than enough
For her sisters, her aunts and her cousins.