The Odour Of An Apple Pie.
Fresh Baked And Set Aside To Cool.
Would Tempt A Stronger Soul Than I
To Discard Sense And Play The Fool.
Beneath That Crisp And Golden Crust
There Lie Stewed Apples Rich And Sweet.
Arousing A Small Boy-‘s Greedy Lust.
My Mother Is Nobody-‘s Fool
She Knew Just What I Hand In Mind
And Well Before I Broke The Rule,
She Took A Switch To My Behind.
It Was My Turn I Had To Learn
Though Mother-‘s Kind She Can Be Stern