You’re the Rhubarb of My Eye (Official Braham Pie Day Ballad)
(Official Braham Pie Day Ballad)
If you have never been to Braham
Home of Willy Wirehand
From the north, left on four
Then you have three miles more
Up 65, turn at the ‘Y’
Time to have a piece of pie
Apple pie, cherry pie
You’re the rhubarb of my eye
The worlds’ longest home run
Was hit in Braham in ‘41
It flew into a box car door
Traveled to the Great North Shore
Some still say it’s on the fly
Looking for a piece of pie
Apple pie, cherry pie
You’re the rhubarb of my eye
A flaky crust, that does melt
Will surely loosen up your belt
Lots of lard, make it quick
A little flour, if it sticks
Fold in fours, me oh my
My first love was a piece of pie
Apple pie, cherry pie
You’re the rhubarb of my eye
And I can’t wait until
We go walking through the field
With a super-duper pooper scoop
Egg beater made in a chicken coop
Microfilm, machine picked spuds
Cows in the meadow chewing cud
Lay your bets to win a prize
Where’s my cow and her fresh pies
Apple pie, cherry pie
You’re the rhubarb of my eye
The railroad came in ‘99
Changes come with the passing of time
Leveled by fire in ‘08
It got so hot the town did bake
Now we have the Park Café
Serving pies every day
Apple pie, cherry pie
You’re the rhubarb of my eye
Before there was a ‘35’
From the cities folks would drive
To the lakes on weekends
Stop at Braham with all their friends
Now every August we still drive
Back to Braham for a piece of pie
Apple pie, cherry pie
You’re the rhubarb of my eye
*Back in 1991 I facilitated a collective songwriting workshop with the Braham community in which this song was written. The Pie-Alleluia Chorus performs this ballad each summer at Braham Pie Day. The group has performed the song at any number of local and regional presentations, including participation at the American Pie Council Pie Festival held in Florida.
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