Gaily decorated boxes lined the table in the old school house.
Old geezers and young boys guessed which box was whose.
The auction started and they all had a chance to choose.
It seemed like all sweethearts had no choice but to lose.
An old bachelor was stubbornly bidding on "my" box.
I was glad I had the foresight to switch with Grandma Fox.
She'd enjoy his company much more--of that I was sure.
I hoped he liked her Lemon pie so sweet and pure.
Grandma's box came up next. The auctioneer held it high.
The teacher bid on it. I swallowed a gulp, and then a sigh.
I wished I could somehow disappear just like a mouse.
Eat supper with him? I'd rather be alone with my house.
The auction was finally over. I was sure I would die.
I dropped down at a table to wait my embarrassing fate,
But to my surprise a young man appeared. He was not shy.
Only on this first date I didn't tell him Grandma made the pie.
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