Four and Twenty Corgis, baked in a pie....

Sing a song of sixpence a pocket full of rye,
Four and twenty corgis baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened the corgis began to sing,
Oh wasn't that a dainty dish to set before the king?
The king was in his counting house counting out his money,
The queen was in the parlour eating bread and honey
The maid was in the garden hanging out the clothes,
When along came a corgi and bit off her nose!


OK, I have had some artistic license with this old nursery rhyme.  But it is fun, anyway.  And here is my corgi pie!

Now Jerry just loves chicken pot pie and I just happen to make very good chicken pot pie! So tonight I decided to have some fun with my pie and made it a corgi pie! I took the bits of crust that I trimmed off and rolled them up and attempted to make a corgi.  
Here it is baked up:

Well, now that I look at the pictures (after it was all gobbled up!) it rather looks like a lamb or a goat.  Whatever.... we have goats, too:)  It's the thought that counts, or at least that is what I am told.  It was just an impromptu thing that I did to jazz up dinner time.  I have an idea of how to handle it next time, though, and make a more realistic looking corgi.
By the way, the pie was excellent and half of it was eaten for dinner, the rest will be lunches for Jerry this week!