CASH, TO THE BEST PIE BAKER!
Read the sign on Turner's store.
Granny couldn't bake a pie,
but sashayed through the door.
She purchased several pie tins,
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loaded up on flour and lard.
Cause making up some pastry
couldn't possibly be that hard.
She mixed and stirred ingredients
in a wash tub from the stable.
It bubbled, burped and belched
as she rolled it on the table.
These pies she knew were special,
they possessed a "country charm."
It must be from the wash tub
that she'd taken from the barn.
She filled the dough with berries,
added whiskey by the tin,
popped a top crust on her pie
and pinched around the rim.
The oven was preheated,
the pies were set to bake,
the gas stove caught a whiskey scent
and exploded like a quake.
Granny never won that contest,
but that fact brought her no shame.
NASA bought the recipe
that rocketed her to fame.