APPLE PIE.

New Zealand Tablet, 4 August 1921, Page 45

APPLE PIE.

When our cook she makes a pie You oughter see her fingers fly ! She sits an’ holds a yeller bowl An’ stirs so fast she keeps a hole Down through the middle of the stuff There s milk an’ egg, an’ flour enough, And maybe other things, but I Forget just all that makes ,pie When our cook she makes a pie She rolls the dough, that by an’ by, Is two round blankets; then you’ll see Her slice some apples evenly. Plump into bed she makes ’em hop, An’ cuts some peep-holes through the top So they won’t smother when they lie All warmed an’ sugared in the pie. When our cook she makes a pie She balances the plate up high, And with a pleasant snippy sound She trims it nicely all around. And when she’s thumbed.the edges tight, The apples can’t get up at night. And when she’s baked it, then, oh my! You never et such apple-pie! —Burges Johnson. « “ ■