As I strolled through the dark
I had cause to make this remark
'Bout my breakfast this december morn
There is nothing they say
Like an apple a day
It's the best fruit you can have before dawn
Be they red or green
I find it quite obscene
When others say they don't like 'em
How can you resist
That aroma of bliss
Or the crunch that they make when you bite 'em?
There's no shady Pink Lady
No bad Granny Smith
Nor a Braeburn with which I won't pass the time
Each Cox's is a present
Every Gala's so pleasant
And to discourse otherwise is a crime
So take that fair orb
Its majesty absorb
Feast on its flesh or just drink its juice
I'm thankful each morning
That I've heard no warning
Of a global apple shortage in the news
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