One Hundred Apple Pies

So, I made up a song in the last couple weeks... I've kind of had pie on the brain since Pi Day.  Add in the fact that I've been rereading Lord of the Rings (well, bits of it, at least) and thinking of hobbits (who always sound like Brits in my mind) and their proclivity for eating, and it's really not that strange that I managed to come up with something like this.  This song has some things in common with 100 Bottles of Beer on the Wall", but is not  to that tune.  And now, without further ado, "One Hundred Apple Pies".

Verse one:
One hundred apple pies, one hundred apple pies
Settin' on the coolin' board right afore me eyes
At least until I et one, t'ain't no surprise
Now there's only ninety-nine scrumptious apple pies.

Verse two:
Ninety-nine apple pies, ninety-nine apple pies
Settin' on the coolin' board right afore me eyes
At least until I et one, t'ain't no surprise
Now there's only ninety-eight scrumptious apple pies.

... And so on, you get the drift.  Anytime that you're short one syllable in the number, add "Just" or "O" in front of it; when you get down to single syllable numbers (ten, twelve, two, etc) add "Only"...

Verse one hundred:
Only one apple pie, only one apple pie
Settin' on the coolin' board right afore me eyes
At least until I et it, t'ain't no surprise
Now we need to bake some more scrumptious apple pies.

If one assumes more pies are baked, then the song could continue indefinitely...

This Time of Year

This time of year
Used to be about baskets and bunnies
Malted-milk balls and creme eggs
And green tinsel strewn on the floor
 
This time of year
Used to be about cantata practice
Studying for exams and speeches
And finishing projects last-minute
 
This time of year
Used to be about giving up chocolate
Or TV or meat, giving up whatever's a treat
Depriving myself because it's Lent
 
But now
 
This time of year
Isn't really much different
I'm trying to live in a world
Where it's Easter everyday
Where I'm secure enough
In the love of the Father
That I can remember the cross
And still celebrate
 
The victory.
 
I don't mean there's never shame.
I don't mean every day is great
But when you know that even death
Can be conquered,
The little things don't matter as much.
 
And more of the things I used to do
Suddenly seem
Like little things.