150 Old Bays on the Farm 



pies I used to know and love, have, as it were, 

 gone down the back entrance of time. 



Of course, there are those finical folk who hold 

 that cider is only made from wormy apples and 

 not fit for human consumption. But come to 

 think of it a drop of water is made up of crawling, 

 creepy things, and a dish of raspberries and cream 

 is said to contain more or less of insect life. In 

 the case of cider it may safely be assumed that 

 the worms are all dead anyway, after going 

 through the mill and the press. 



Even the poets, and some of those who can do 

 better than write limericks too, appreciate, and, 

 likely, drink cider and some of them have paid 

 tribute to cider and "applesass" in verse. 



