The Old Lady

Sam was singing at the top of her lungs:
"I know an old lady who swallowed a pie,"

I jumped in and said "Don't you mean a fly?"
"No.  A pie."
"But the song is about an old lady who swallowed a fly."
"Not this one.  It's a new one.  I like it." Then she continued, "I know an old lady who swallowed a pie, and some french fries..."

Sweet merciful crap, I hope she's not singing about me.