Pie Bird

Plucky little pie bird

You brave the scorch of the oven

And send away, forthwith, the angry steam from within your crust

You jump right in to the bubbly compote filling

You bake amongst the blueberries

Poach with the peaches

Simmer in spiced apples

And toast with tart cherries

You have no fear!

You’re more of a snowbird, really

You like the heat

And when the timer chimes and you must come out to cool

You can rest in the knowledge that these pies would not be what they are

Without you