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.