A Temptation of Sweets

Good little Herman strolled on by,
Skipping and singing, and said, “Hi!”
            To all the children,
            Mary’s old chicken,
That biddy off selling her pie…

What a pie!  Baked beyond belief,
Purposed to expurgate all grief.
            Every fruit that must
            Complement such crust,
Purposed to bring about relief.

Bad little Herman found his stick,
Tripped the old lady, then as quick
            Grabbed the pie, ran on,
            Ate till it was gone.
Fat Herman’s built now like a brick.