Apple Pie, Apple Pie
Apple Pie, Apple Pie--
such a wondrous thing,
in the winter or in the spring.
So doggone sweet,
and a yummy treat.
Apple Pie, Apple Pie--
pluck the sweetest from the tree.
One, two, three--laughing with glee!
A flaky crust and sweet center,
eaten with ice cream--who cares if it’s winter?
Apple Pie, Apple Pie--
sugar and cinnamon, sticky sweet.
Pop it in the oven--almost complete!
I cannot wait to have a slice, maybe two...
because one would scarcely do.
Apple Pie, Apple Pie--
I cannot believe I did not share.
It was tasty on my tongue--
and now there is no more there,
not even a crumb!
Alesia Leach © 10/2014
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