Apple Pie
Apple Pie
Look out Abby! Don't you cry!
Grandma's gonna make a pie!
Grab some flour! Don't make a fuss!
Add some fat, we'll make a crust.
Work it, roll it! One, two, three!
A little water, and we shall see.
Roll it till it's nice and flat,
Like Grandma's old communion hat.
Chop the apples add the spice,
And brown sugar, that'd be nice.
Stir them up! Now ain't this fun?
We'll add a lot of cinnamon,
Top it with another crust,
And some butter, that's a must.
Apple pie, we know it well.
Especially we love the smell.
It's best to top it, so it seems;
While it's hot with sweet ice cream.
Look out Abby! Don't you cry!
We're gonna make an apple pie.
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