Bring Back Hubig’s Pie



Savory Simon Hubig

was born in Spain...

On the way to his new country

He boarded a plane...


The year was 1922

And a good year it was...

Hubig’s Pie was born

And the world was abuzz...


The New Orleans bakery

Was in the Marigny, on Dauphine...

The sweetest little bakery

New Orleans had ever seen...


It pumped out 30,000 pies

Each day and night...

Savory Simon worked hard

To give New Orleans their daily delight...


The delicious sugary crust

Enveloped fruits from Heaven...

So many flavors to chose...

More than ten, or maybe eleven...


“Rich as gold, sweeter than honey”

On a Hubig’s Pie is where I’ll spend my money...


A fire destroyed the building

In 2012...

Thoughts of rebuilding anew

The family would soon delve...


While the city approved the plans

To rebuild our favorite bakery...

The family couldn’t agree on a plan

Return dates became fakery...


And then one day

An announcement as made...

A new plan was hatched

The winning hand finally played...


Woot Woot! And Yahoo!

Who Dats began to celebrate...

Hubig’s Pies was finally returning

And never too late!


It might be a New Orleans obsession...

We cannot lie...

It just ain’t right in New Orleans

Without a Hubig’s Pie...


“Rich as gold, sweeter than honey”

On a Hubig’s Pie is where I’ll spend my money...


© 2021 Jeffrey Pipes Guice

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