Sorry!! I think Dolly Parton's muse got lost in the snow and stopped in to see me.

Man Bait

O don't think that I a'int seein'
As you roll those purty eyes
And my man stands there a gogglin'
Like he'd won some sort of prize;
For my ma taught me aplenty
How to keep that man of mine
And how to reel him back in
When he gets too long a line.

I may not be your match at wooin'
Or in causin' men to swoon
But when you see the trick I'm packin'
It might make you change your tune.
You'll be feelin' mighty foolish
When I cut you down to size,
For there ain't no man worth keepin'
Can resist my apple pies.

By: Joyce 11/27/06