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Mmm...Apple Pie
Apples, apples! Crispy, crunchy,
juicy, sweet, mighty, munchy!
Climbing, climbing up so high
to pick some apples for a pie.
Twist them, turn them, pick them quick.
Pulling hard will do the trick.
Our baskets full, so off we go
to slice the apples, roll the dough.
Add some sugar, spices too
a pinch of cinnamon, that will do
Bake it, bake it, till it's done.
Apple pie! Yum, yum, yum!
R - According to the poem, what do you have to do when picking apples?
I - How can we tell that the poet likes apple pies?
C - What is the rhyming pattern in this poem?