Pot Pie Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

You don't think that you do it,
But you...
Give it up.
Give it up.
You don't think that it's tasty,
But you...
Give it up.
Give it up.

You cook up a good pot pie!
You don't need to try,
To do any harder.
And when it is done,
Folks sigh!
Your pot pie.
Doesn't leave a dry eye...
'Cause it's good.
Like your mama's.
It's good.
It's good.
It's good...
Like your mama's.
It's good.
It's good!

You don't think that you do it,
But you...
Give it up.
Give it up.
You don't think that it's tasty,
But you...
Give it up.
Give it up.

And it's good.
Like your mama's.
It's good.
It's good.
It's good...
Like your mama's.
It's good.
It's good.

You cook up a good pot pie!
You don't need to try,
To do any harder.
And when it is done,
Folks sigh!
Your pot pie.
Doesn't leave a dry eye...
'Cause it's good.
Like your mama's.
It's good.
It's good.
It's good...
Like your mama's.
It's good.
It's good!

You don't think that you do it,
But you...
Give it up.
Give it up.
And it's good!
Like your mama's.
It's good.
It's good.
It's good...
Like your mama's.
Your pot pie.
Doesn't leave a dry eye.
And it's good!