Mother's Making Lasses Pie.

Tis an autumn's morning
The sun's four hours high
The country dinner's cooking
Mother's making 'lasses pie.
Shucks talk about your city
Your cars on low or high
I like the country best cause ma
Is making 'lasses pie.
She makes them just so creamy
The crust is not too dry
Oh she's the best in all the world
Cause she makes 'lasses pie.
Now listen all you people
You swells and beggars too
When things are running upside down
And you feel cross and blue,
In all this whole creation
You may seek low and high.
There's nothing made that's better
Than Mother's 'lasses pie!

Written by Ida May Schaffer

Fall of 1922

Age of 16