Proper flogging she gave him she did br Took the starch right out of his britches br Bloody little thief had stolen a pie from the kitchen window br And here all this time she'd thought it was the gypsies br Cause for the last few weeks right before harvest br They'd all been camping out back in the grove br Up until she'd seen this boy running from the house br Right into her arms as she was hanging out the wash to dry br She'd thought for sure it was those pie grabbing gypsies br Except no babies or money had gone missing br And gypsies don't usually like rhubarb and vinegar pies br No they're more likely to pick your trees clean of apples br Bring'em to your door just knowing you can't resist baking some br Then they'll lie around out yonder by the barn br Waiting on the smell of cinnamon to wet their appetite br And then when you ain't a looking they'll steal one br Right from under your nose br Before it even has a chance to cool br Gypsies are crafty and seldom leave any evidence br She knew all about gypsies br Her mama had warned her about them br Fact is, when she was a young girl a gypsy read her palm br Told her she was gonna marry a wealthy man and have many children br That never happened, she married poor and her womb was barren br But she did know how to bake a good pie br The gypsy had been right about that..... br Turning her attention back on the thieving little bastard she'd caught... br She wondered if she could bake him in a pie...