Fruit
The bowl on my tables' filled with fruit
Into the kitchen go I in my suit
Reaching for a pear
I just stop and stare

The banana is dancing 
The apple is prancing
The prunes and the grapes 
Are acting like apes

The berries are on the run
Chasing a crescent bun
Blackberry's in hot pursuit
Now I have jam on my suit

The table's not able
To keeps itself stable
It's swaying so cute
To an unseen flute.

The Fairies are at it again
Queen of the fairy doth reign
There's labels all over the floor
Here's me heading for the door

All my fruit is organic
Oh but I'm in a panic
When fruit is healthy and whole
They're not going to stay in the bowl

So from Pacific to Atlantic
You must eat organic
Have some fruit everyday
Then your house Too will be filled with Fey.

Copyright © 2004 Lunaria (Lila May Guptill)