Who made the Pie?
Who ploughed up the field?
Who planted the seed?
Who scared off the crows?
Who dug up the weeds?
And when harvest came
Who cut down the corn
And ground it to flour
From dusk until dawn?
Who raised all the cattle
From calf until cow?
Who tended the pigs
From piglet to sow?
Who made them a shelter
From rain and from heat?
Who sold them at market
Their milk and the meat?
Who tended the garden
Where grew all the veg
The taters and carrots
With herbs round the edge?
Who kept it all watered
And chased off the slugs?
And when they all ripened
Who dug them all up?
Who cut up the logs
From woods in The Shire?
Who scooped up the coal
To put on the fire?
The veg and the meat
Who sliced, diced and chopped
To place in a tray
With pastry on top?
Who placed on the table
This pie that I see?
For so many hobbits
Did help make my tea!
So think of this pie
It's more than a treat
It's all of The Shire
That makes it so sweet
Take a Tater
Take a Tater
Slice and dice it
Put it in a stew
Serve it up with
Peas and carrots
Soft and sweet to chew
Take a Tater
Wash and chop it
Boil it in a pot
Serve it up with
Pie and gravy
Best to serve it hot
Take a Tater
Clean and stab it
Bake it on a fire
Serve it up on
Plates of mushrooms
Fresh picked in The Shire
Take a Tater
Peel and mash it
Sprinkle herbs on top
Serve it up with
Lumps of butter
And a pair of chops
Take a Tater
Scrub and cut it
Roast it in some fat
Serve it up at
Sunday Dinner
Can you better that?
Take a Tater
Touch and taste it
Celebrate it too!
Serve it up for
Every dinner
Taters all week through!
