Whipped meringue piled high
Underneath the rest of the pie
Layer upon layer pleases the taker
Mother the best pie maker
Underneath the rest of the pie
Vanilla custard soft and yellow lies
Mother the best pie maker
Now the recipe in memory has died
Vanilla custard soft and yellow lie
Layer upon layer please the taker
Now the recipe in memory has died
Whipped meringue--piled high
My earliest memory was the Mid-Wife
And her strong , safe forceful grip .
And Dad's big frown
In his surgical gown
Saying "don't let my baby slip .
Lord ! , he's pink and bald and ugly
Hey Mom ! , here's your nine month dream
He's the perfect mix
For politics
'Cause he sure knows how to scream " .
They all ooh'd and aah'd and choochy cooed
Saying yeah, he's one in a million
As I looked in bother
And asked , hey mother
So tell me ! , what's a brazilian ? .
Inspired by Danielle White's early memory contest ..
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