IF I WERE AN APPLE

If I were an apple
And grew on a tree,
I think I'd drop down
On a nice boy like me.
I wouldn't stay there,
Giving nobody joy;
I'd fall down at once
And say, "Eat me, my boy!"

Anonymous
Taken from The Child's Book Of Verse

Prov 25:11 A word aptly spoken is like apples of gold in settings of silver.

Pic : Naomi, Isabel, Leon and Toni eating apples at the Weribee Wildlife Sanctuary, Vic, Australia.