Oh! To have an apple
Now that's all is drear,
One that is not dappled,
With mouldy bits everywhere.
One that tastes like cider sweet,
Not of mousetails,dust, or wood.
One that is scrumptiously complete
Oh that i only could!
To find a true blue apple
Miles- I'd travel dozens,
To taste some sweet sapple,
Guzzle 'em with my cousins,
Would it cost ten pennies
Twenty or even more,
I must find that perfect apple
Thought it would leave me poor.
Sweet or tart
Crisp to the heart,
Lead me to your apple cart
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