An Impartial Judge

Look! Watch that golden apple shine!
Obviously it's mine
Yours? Who makes pies the world adores?
Dears! Who's won prizes for years?

I don't aim to make a fuss
But certainly it's obvious
Which lady of the three of us
Can bake the cake
Or pie that wins the apple.

How terribul! It tastes like wool
Your mincemeat tastes like scrapple!
This frosting goo is made of glue
My seven layer's ambrosial.

My cake's a dream
My pie's supreme.

This social's most unsocial!
I'll stand right here
And I won't budge
Until we find
An impartial judge.

The same with me
And I insist the judge must be unprejudiced!

Now here is a lad
Whose taste is refined
He also has no axe to grind.

Agreed
Agreed
Young man
Young man
Young man.

Decide young man
Which one is best
Which flavor is tastiest
Let's leave the judge here all alone
To make his mind up on his own.