Growing Pies

Growing pies, is it on trees
Or on stakes like beans and peas
Or hedgerows, just like blackberries
For us to pick whene’er we please

Or do the pies only thrive
In the shade of money trees
I wonder, will the pies survive
The discontent of winter freeze

Maybe we just dig them up
When they have grown sufficient size
And roughly slice and serve them up
With mashed potatoes or with fries

Green-fingered Britain, do not fret
There is no need to agonise
To Liz’s garden we’re in debt
We just need to grow some pies