Proper flogging she gave him she did
Took the starch right out of his britches
Bloody little thief had stolen a pie from the kitchen window
And here all this time she'd thought it was the gypsies
Cause for the last few weeks right before harvest
They'd all been camping out back in the grove
Up until she'd seen this boy running from the house
Right into her arms as she was hanging out the wash to dry
She'd thought for sure it was those pie grabbing gypsies
Except no babies or money had gone missing
And gypsies don't usually like rhubarb and vinegar pies
No they're more likely to pick your trees clean of apples
Bring'em to your door just knowing you can't resist baking some
Then they'll lie around out yonder by the barn
Waiting on the smell of cinnamon to wet their appetite
And then when you ain't a looking they'll steal one
Right from under your nose
Before it even has a chance to cool
Gypsies are crafty and seldom leave any evidence
She knew all about gypsies
Her mama had warned her about them
Fact is, when she was a young girl a gypsy read her palm
Told her she was gonna marry a wealthy man and have many children
That never happened, she married poor and her womb was barren
But she did know how to bake a good pie
The gypsy had been right about that.....
Turning her attention back on the thieving little bastard she'd caught...
She wondered if she could bake him in a pie...
2007 © T Sheridan
Ted Sheridan
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