Blueberry, Blueberry, Blackbird Pie
Gotta get a cookie. Gotta eat some pie.
Gotta have some sugar, do or die.
Grab a fork and grab a spoon.
Sugar shack opening pretty soon.
Hey lolly hey lolly, blueberry pie.
Hope to have some by and by.
Old Mother Crank put a pie up on the shelf.
Thought she’d eat it all herself.
Along came a blackbird who grabbed a bit of crust,
then the whole damn pie as the old lady cussed.
Hey lolly, hey lolly, no more pie.
Blackbird made it go bye bye.
Old Mother Fussbudget loaded up her gun.
She didn’t have pie, but she was gonna have some fun.
When she spied that blackbird way up high,
she fired her gun up in the sky.
Hey lolly, hey lolly, no berry pie.
Just that blackbird winging through the sky.
Now old Mother Wigglewaggy baked another pie.
It’ll be ready in the blinking of an eye.
She had two pieces, then she had a third,
Since she didn’t have fruit, she used the bird!!
Hey lolly, hey lolly, no bird pie.
I prefer my blackbird served on rye!
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was to write a call and response poem.