Wander through the orchard,
All the apples that we have
There’s green ones, red ones, a russet and a jazz
You can cook them up for pudding, in a crumble or a pie
When I say I love you you’re the apple of my eye
You can bob with them and bake with them
the textures sometimes dappled
but the question still remains my dear –
How do you like them apples?
There was once an apple tree that grew in a garden at the edge of the world. it was believed that these apples gave immortal life to anyone who ate them.