A DISH OF MOTHER'S

APPLE PIE

By Josie Whitehead

Dish of Mother's Apple Pie (A)

A human’s different from a cow,
So listen now, I’ll tell you how.
     A cow likes chewing grass all day 
     And for a treat, likes tasty hay.

Would you like grass instead of chips?
Would hay just make you lick your lips?
     Well ask a cow to come and try
     A dish of mother’s apple pie - 

She’ll turn her nose up, stamp her feet
And tell you: 'No, that’s far too sweet.
     I don’t think I’ll give that a try,'
     And then she’ll say a quick 'goodbye.'


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