Fruit

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)