It’s possible this was written as a rap.
Whatever it is, I found it folded up and drifting around my kitchen, as I find many odd bits of flotsam and jetsam in this house.
I read it out loud, and found myself giggling. I particularly enjoyed the garbeldy-gook at the end. The Maker is ineffable, buoyant, inexplicable. Oh, and he likes pie; don’t try to convince him otherwise.
Here’s the translation, as it’s hard to read in the photo:
Hi, my name is Seth and I like pie, So you can’t
deny it so just stop trying to make me not like pie
because it is impossible for me to not like pie
cause pie is my life
I located further evidence of the claim in the driveway. In case there were any doubt.