I knew I would die
As the first bite would become my last
To you all it might seem aghast
It was then when I decided to eat the pie quite fast
A cherry pie with cream
You see it was me as it would seem
Was delivering the poisoned treat– but why?
Now if I did eat the pie
I would die
That was meant to be for you, not I
Although I must admit as I bite
In delectable sinister delight
All this dark and dreary fright
I can’t deny
Is just an awful creepy lie
