Grandma Was'nt Silly

When I was just a boy
I never let a chance go by~
As I knew how grandma could cook
And could she make an apple pie~
She made them realy big did she
And then sat them on the window sill~
As to have them cool down some
And I then was no dill~
Grandma's beautiful apple pies
She would bake them in wood stove~
I could smell them a ways away
So one day down to her window how I strove~
She had the biggest one sitting there
To cool upon that sill~
As I got closer The better it smelt
And I could not wait untill~
I sat under that kitchen window
Must have been for quite awhile~
And it kept on smelling better
From my face I could not wipe that smile~
I tried to be so good back then
But sometimes it was so hard~
I was sitting there all alone
No body outside in the yard~
So I simply had to sample it
Tried hard not to have it fall~
I only wanted just a bit
I did not want it all~
But after I had one big bit
I tasted one bit more~
And then I imagined what she would do
To me if she came out that door~
So in it I placed a crow feather
So they would get the blame not me~
Never thought she'd ever know
But grandma was not at all silly~
I sat there for a little while
To make sure all it was O k ~
And then when I thought all was safe
I slowly crawled away~
Almost out of danger now
I thought that sure was a trick~
Around the bush at house corner
Grandma with big broomstick~
Theres a lesson here Im sure of that
Might be a moral too~
But I never touched her apple pies
Again I'm telling you ~

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2007
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