The Bards of old, in verse have told <br />of lovers bold and gay <br />Of Lochinvar and his guiding star, and <br />their dash O'er the highland brae <br />Of Romeo and Othello, of war and <br />battle cry <br />Oh, let me sing of a Plebian thing, <br />in my Ode To Apple Pie <br />The Poets tell of the binding spell, <br />of the villains evil look <br />Of warriors tried, who fought and died, <br />on the banks of a babbling brook <br />Of prisoners led to dungeon's dread, <br />to pine away and die <br />Oh, let me sing of a pleasanter thing, <br />in my Ode To Apple Pie <br />Time takes all, both great and small, <br />the old Bards have passed away <br />And in their place stands another race, <br />the Bards of the present day <br />But still their lay is far away, from <br />the things for which I sigh <br />The tales they tell may all be well, <br />but give me Apple Pie <br />So through this life of pain and strife, <br />Of toil and struggle for gold <br />Of changing scenes and new machines, of <br />trouble new and old <br />Of the endless race to hold our place, <br />and to keep on 'getting by'- <br />It wouldn't be bad, if we always had, <br />Plenty of Apple Pie <br />And when at last our day is passed, <br />and we climb the Golden Stair <br />And we look and see our reward to be, <br />for trying to do our share <br />There'll be harps and wings and other <br />things, and joys that never die <br />And in that day, I hope and pray, <br />there'll be plenty of Apple Pie<br /><br />John Leroy Maxwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-apple-pie/
