This is a book from my childhood that I wanted to find for Phantom Scribbler, because of her loving post about apples.
I'm going to post a few samplings from the book here...this is from the actual copy I read as a child. My neice and nephew had it and sent it to Muffin Man.
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Plenty of apples,
delicious to eat,
juicy and crunchy,
crisp and sweet.
The more we ate
the more they grew.
We began to wonder
what to do.
We ate apples for breakfast,
sliced on toast.
We ate apples on Sunday,
baked with the roast.
Apples for dinner,
apples for tea -
too many apples,
we all agreed...
We packed them in baskets,
in boxes, in trunks.
We stuffed them in cupboards
and up in the bunks....
The more we ate
the more they grew.
At last I knew
what we must do.
The sign we hung
said, "Apple Feast!
Come man, come bird,
Come wooly beast."
...Apple fritters,
apple-ade,
apple custard
Father made.
Apple strudel,
apples dried,
apple pigs were
Mother's pride.
As for me,
I love to bake.
I started off
with apple cake.
Then toffee apples,
hung up high,
apple-pan dowdy,
and Dutch apple pie...
Through My Glasses, Dorkily
14 years ago