Sweet pie of Rennison my darling, my love, created by angels, from Heaven above, I still smell your scent, though you’ve long disappeared, from the meat and the pastry, that’s stuck to my beard, Oh sweet pie of Rennison, Oh where did you go, your absence has caused, so much heartache and woe, for now we all queue, through the day and the night, for pies made of cardboard, that taste like cat shite.