I love pies
Well, once upon a time there was a chicken called Hop,
and his owner took him outside and went chop.
Poor little Hop, so full of happiness and life,
born in a coop, but dead by knife.
Hop was stuffed into a pie filled with gravy,
poor little chicken, brave like he was in the Navy.
Goodbye, Hop, we'll remember you,
and even though you're dead, we hope you'll remember us too.