RAISIN PIE

By Edgar Albert Guest

There are pies that start the water circulatin’ in the mouth;

There are pies that wear the flavor of the warm an’ sunny south;

Some with oriental spices spur the drowsy appetite

An’ just fill a fellow's being with a thrill o’ real delight;

But for downright solid goodness that comes drippin’ from the sky

There is nothing quite the equal of a chunk o’ raisin pie.