First you find some apples growing on the trees;
       be sure it's best if there's just a little breeze
             to rustle those leafies, and all the way along
             while you're picking, you sing this song:

                         Apple-apple pie is very very good;
                         it tastes like heaven, well you knew it would.
                              You pluck those fruits straight from the sky
                              'cos that's what you need for an apple-apple pie.

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       When you've got your apples, you need a blade
       be sure it's sharp an' nicely made
             to peel those fruits by half-past noon.
             You can do this while you're singing this tune:

                         Apple-apple pie is very very good;
                         it tastes like heaven, well you knew it would.
                              You peel those fruits an' I'll tell you why -
                              'cos that's what you need for an apple-apple pie.

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       Now roll that pastry - home made's the stuff -
       be sure not to get pastry that's puff:
             to use flaky pastry just ain't the thing,
             an' while you're rollin' you just might sing:

                         Apple-apple pie is very very good;
                         it tastes like heaven, well you knew it would.
                              You roll that pastry, now give it a try,
                              'cos that's what you need for an apple-apple pie.

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       You take those fruits and drop 'em in the pot;
       be sure the water's boilin' good and hot.
             Then add some sugar, and nutmeg too,
             an' while you're stirring, this song's for you:

                         Apple-apple pie is very very good;
                         it tastes like heaven, well you knew it would.
                              You simmer that stew, I won't tell a lie,
                              'cos that's what you need for an apple-apple pie.

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       You wait till the stew gets good and cool;
       be sure to put it in the pie, that's the rule.
             Don't put it in hot or you'll surely get
             a plateful of mess an' this Hic Jacet:

                         Apple-apple pie is very very good;
                         it tastes like heaven, well you knew it would.
                              You put it in the crust and you have to keep it dry,
                              'cos that's what you need for an apple-apple pie.

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       You cook it in the oven, gas mark five;
       be sure there ain't none o' that half-baked jive.
             Cook the crust golden, just like the moon,
             an' while it's cookin', you sing this tune:

                         Apple-apple pie is very very good;
                         it tastes like heaven, well you knew it would.
                              You bake it all crispy, an' by and by,
                              that's how you'll get an apple-apple pie.

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