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I saw a pie in a magazine a cookery magazine so I bought that mag I carried home the magazine and a 5p bag I saw that in the pie recipe there there are four and 20 black and white birds I stopped and I did stare black and white birds baked in a pie oh no no no no no why when the pie seems to be opened the birds will begin to sing there’s a thing I still think it’s cruelty to bake for and 20 black and white birds in a pie I have to write and ask the magazine why

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I saw a pie in a magazine

a cookery magazine,

so I bought that mag,

I carried home the magazine in a 5p bag;

I saw that in the pie recipe there were four and twenty black and white birds—

I stopped and I did stare…

‘black and white birds baked in a pie!’

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, why?

When the pie seems to be opened,

the birds will begin to sing – there’s a thing.

I think it’s cruelty to bake four and twenty black and white birds in a pie –

I just have to write and ask the magazine why.