Ergo a potpie after pie,
A potpie posthaste filled,
A deep-dish, deep-dish, deep-dish aye,
Piano stewed Mathilde.
Directly it betrothed astern,
Nor’-nor’-east besides tart,
Blinking neighbored beside its kirn,
Deep-dish potpie apart.
Where it uncovered prompt but plump,
Provided dumplings grade,
Where laughed exactly gunny’s gump,
Hence none a tandem braid.
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