Alba's tried making quiches and she's trying steak pie
But to say she was good, well it could be a lie
As she sits in a kitchen filled with burnt pastry and flour
She feels the Guinness soaking in hour by hour
But then an idea forms in her mind
A brilliant wenchy Alba moment; one of a kind
Why is she toiling and slaving away
To make pies for her masses, day after day?
Surely there are AB people that do this for fun
Whose pastry is flaky and crusty and hopefully yum
"Of course", Voddie cried when Albs told her the thought
"Why struggle and fret when such joys can be bought
Voddy Pies are the ones which you seek
They make such tasty treats I cook them week upon week."
Alba rushed to the shop at the end of the road
And when saw the nicest ale packaging she more than glowed!
And the taste, oh the taste - our Alba's never looked back
Her family contented and fat
Now hush while Abs open just one more six-pack…
Guinness, gness's nectar ever so black.
and many an ABer snoring on their sack.