aaaahhhhhhhh i have a grudge for my sochiles teach and my spelling aaahh

If all the world was apple pie
and all the seas were ink
and all the trees were bread and cheese
what would we have to drink?

This is and old poem that was stuck in my head but it dose rase a good qustion. what would we drink. ink is poisinous and a lot of anamals would die.How would we adapt? to be honist if this actuily happined we would ge tired of apple pie very quick.

Sorey i had to put this out it was drivig me nuts. ^.^