1. All I loathe, abhor, detest, despise,
2. Abominate dried-apple pies.
3. Reader 1 I like good bread, I like good meat,
4. Or anything that's fit to eat,
5. But of all poor grub beneath the skies
6. The poorest is dried-apple pies.
7. Reader 2 Give me the toothache or sore eyes,
8. But don't give me dried-apple pies.
9. Group 1 The farmer takes his gnarliest fruit,
10. 'Tis wormy, bitter, and hard, to boot.
11. Group 2 He leaves the hulls to make us cough,
12. And don't take half the peeling off.
13. Group 1 Then on a dirty cord its strung
14. And in a garret window hung,
15. Group 2 And there it serves as roost for flies,
16. Until it's made up into pies.
17. All Tread on my corns, or tell me lies,
18. But don't pass me dried-apple pies.
Pies small pies for individual persons
Garret an attic
Grub - food
Hulls coverings (shells) of seeds (apple seeds)
Corns hardened skin on toes