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 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,
as 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

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