My moma was mighty strong you see

but don’t use that as yo excuse to be mad at me

one day when she came home from work

she grabbed our apple tree by its trunk and gave it a jerk

picked it up and waved it around, not one of them apples feel on the ground

they made their way onto a huge pan,

and then with her other hand she rolled out the dough out in a big pan

blew her breath to cook them so all within a mile or so

on that day had something sweet.

and there you have it according to me, how apple pie came to be.




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