“Could you please pass the pie?
With sugar sprinkled apple coat,
It’s not so much trouble, right?
Could you please pass the pie?”

Raspberry bushes grow underneath
The big apple tree,
In the meadows, as i sat, I asked,
“Could you please pass the pie?”

A flowery cloth spread on the grass,
With sandwiches and juices to go,
With a little sunshine, a little wind, i said
“Could you please pass the pie?”

The look he gave, was electrifying,
The hand so soft, as he passed the pie,
The first of many wonderful memories,
Came rushing back at me, as i said,
“For the umpteenth time,
Are you gonna pass the pie or not?”