IT'S late, perhaps, for cherry pie, But just in time for berry pie, For goose, and rasp, and huckleberry temptingly in reach; And on the vines now flowing free Are squash and pumpkins growing free; And now pan-dowdies are in style, and cobblers made of peach. The radiant fruits so fair to see, The flaky crust that's there to see, Afford a luscious spectacle most fair to mortal eyes; But better worth the taking there Than all the pastry baking there And sweeter far is Mary in the kitchen making pies. |