Will I wait forever for you to be ready?
Do I have the platform to keep you steady?
Will you select well from life’s choice medley?
Have I done enough to reduce your levy?
In the rush I left crusts in the dust
A trail to be followed and borrowed
Will the hunters catch you unguarded?
Is my teaching somewhat retarded?
Run, run my sweet apple blossom
Don’t ever get caught in the race to the bottom
Your body is strong so run along
Your mind is active: it will never play captive
My sweet, sweet Apple B
The sugar that delights me