Last Request

A hot cup of coffee
And sweet apple pie
That’s all I’ll ask
Before I die.

You can stand me up
Against a wall
And I reckon
I won’t mind at all.

I don’t much care
If I’m to be shot
So long as there’s pie
And the coffee is hot.

Just cut me a slice
And pour me a cup
I won’t even fight
I’ll give myself up!