Well let me hear ya, sing out loud
Turn up your voice, make it strong and proud
This here is such, a beautiful day
Open your lungs, let me hear you say.
After all, that we been through
Let’s celebrate, both me and you
Let’s praise The Lord, praise him to the sky
And give him thanks, for this apple pie.
It’s crust so light, yet robust and gold
Better than any, Sara Lee e’er sold
As for the filling, it just melts in the mouth
Then slides down smoothly, going south.
A hint of cinnamon, and not so sweet
A gastronomic, quite delicious treat
Wash down with coffee, oh what bliss
Does it ever, get much better than this?