Evenin Breeze... goes strolling by...
eating a piece of window cooled pie...
That evening breeze is a lucky guy..
If I touched that, ma said I'll die...

It's just not at all fair you know...
For the wind to get to touch the pie in that ol window...
nice and slow...
and momma doesn't tell it to go...

Then here comes daddy, with his pocket knife,
and quick as a wink, he gets himself a slice,
And momma don't like it, cause it don't cut nice...
but that's life.

The only one that never gets in trouble,
Is Mr. Evening breeze...
he can touch that pie all he want to,
swim acrossed it if he please...
and momma just don't say a thing,
doesn't care about the coldness he'll bring...
She just loves to hear the Evening breeze sing...
cross a sittin in the window sill pie.

I could smell the pie cooling!

Nice job Frozen, and I don't eat pie,,,so ya know I must like your words,,,lol

Feelin the breeze smellin the pie!

Mmmmmmmmmmmm the smell of pie in the air
Hmmmmmmmmm ohhhhh where can it be
I hope its Peach topped off with Ice Cream
Waitin on the Ledge of the Window for me

Yummy say's my tummy
My lips linger for a touch
slowly I move,, smell is in the air
Yesssssss, Why Yessssssssssssss
A Peach Pie for me.....

I like the smell of roses better lol, but that was nicely done frozn