Pie Me To The Moon

Pie M To The Moon

There ain’t nowt wrong with a Wigan Pie,

Eaten under a moonlit sky,

And I will tell you why:

It tells a tale of work and grit,

Of steaming ovens, warmth well lit.

It’s not just food—it’s history,

A slice of northern mystery.

The crust made light with hands skilled,

The hearty filling, a hunger stilled.

Beef, potato, or even cheese,

A Wigan Pie is sure to please.

By cobbled streets or grassy hill,

Its magic works, it always will.

A humble treasure, loved so deep,

A bite of comfort, a taste to keep.

So take a pie, and hold it high,

Beneath the glow of a northern sky.

For in its crust, there lies a truth—

A Wigan Pie is food for youth.