Miss Short made great rhubarb pie,
She ate it in her den,
She’d share it with anyone,
A neighbor, a stranger or, kin,
Miss Long made a rhubarb pie,
She could not give it away,
She didn’t cook the rhubarb down enough,
It was runny like soup most say,
Miss Short would not share her secrets,
Miss Short’s pie was always the top,
Miss Long tried to make more pies,
But, they all turned out to be just slop.