Green Apples

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.