All the Pies

I made a pie.
I got the pie in my eye.
The pie had an interesting taste.
So I put the pie to waste.
I made another pie.
I said "bye pie"!
because it made me cry.
So I made another pie.
The pie was SO dry.
It had a waste taste.
So I made another pie.
I smashed it in my face!
I made my last pie.
The pie made me run a good pace.
It made me run a race!
That was my pie.

Oh, all the pies, all the pies.

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