When I was a child
I loved to climb to hide in
My special apple tree
I’d take my book from the library
Settle in the branches happily.
Reach above my head and pluck
A smooth and shiny light green orb,
Bite a green apple, sour, sour,
Sour, tart, pucker your mouth sour.
Trickle down your throat juicy,
Sour, sour, sweet, good!
As good as my story,
As sweet as my hiding place.