Apple Pie.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXXIV, Issue 14, 8 April 1905, Page 57

Apple Pie.

BY

BURGES JOHNSON.

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 stun There’s milk an’ egg. an’ flour enough And maybe other things, but 1 Eerget just all that makes a 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 warm an’ sugared in fthe 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. But when she’s baked it, then, oh my! You never et such apple pie!