That Blue Pie b’y, cut her up with a knife
And serve her on them white plates
With yer white napkins on the side of her.
Then slurp her down yer gullet hard and fast
And she’ll fix whatever ails ya.
Today, as the sun stays with us until nearly 8.00p.m., I take this picture from my porch and humbly write in praise of blue.
Spring, she has sprung.