From The Topeka State Journal, August 26, 1913. By Anna P. Bryant.
Plums are pebbles, and you can mix
Nice brown dirt and chopped-up sticks,
Pat it down and set in the sun—
When it gets hard your pie is done!
Sand is frosting; sift it fine;
Sprinkle thick till it gets a shine
Just like mother’s—I guess that you
Would have a piece if I asked you to.
Mince and apple and custard thick!
Haven’t I done my baking quick?
Watch me, now, while I cut my pie—
Whoever wants a piece say “I!”