The Pie Famine

Lock up your pantries, neighbors all,

     An’ peel your weather eye;

The Gotham bakers they hev struck,

     New York is out for pie!

New England housewives all beware,

     Keep we’pins handy by;

New Yorkers will not tolerate

     A scarcity of pie.

Fair means or foul they’re goin’ to have

     A “cut” twice ev’ry day;

They may send agents to your homes

     To git your pie away.

But all your husbands and your sons

     You must indeed supply;

Don’t put ‘em on the steps to cool,

     New York is out for pie.

Oct. 16, ‘09