CUSTARD PIE
I rather fancy custard pie I like it with thick cream
it sits and beckons to my eye – it could fulfil my dream,
the eggs Mum used were really fresh – Rhode Island Reds all lay,
I think one was Priscillas for she hides hers in the hay.
Miss Phoenix she is cunning and you have to search to find
where she’s placed her daily offering but I don’t really mind
for I know that once Mum has them she will make a custard tart,
and my Mums win prizes at the show this knowledge I impart.
You haven’t tasted custard pie unless you’ve eaten Mums.
The custard smooth and buttery , the crust - gingerbread crumbs.
Sometimes she makes a fluffy white pavlova for the top
and oh we eat up every crumb it’s really hard to stop .
Its beaut you know when Mums a cook and makes such special treats
My Dad says he is lucky for my Mum all his needs meet.
Not only can she cook and sew and keep the house real neat
but he says she is a looker and she swept him off his feet.
I know some times she’s fussy and sweeps all before her broom
but I’ve never seen her sweep out Dad, not while I’m in the room.
Perhaps it’s just a silly thing that sometimes parents do.
You know how they laugh and giggle when they think you’re sleeping too?
But I saw Mum busy cooking and she said a special tea
would be served up on the table cooked especially for me.
She’s cooking all my favourites and Gramps is there tonight
there’ll be roast lamb for dinner – and sweet custard pie delite.
This isn't Ebay! 
