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Edgar Guest - Green Apple Time
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Green apple time! an`, Oh, the joy
Once more to be a healthy boy,
Casting a longin` greedy eye
At every tree he passes by!
Riskin` the direst consequence
To sneak inside a neighbor`s fence
An` shake from many a loaded limb
The fruit that seems so near to him
Gosh! but once more I`d like to be
The boy I was in eighty-three.

Here I am sittin` with my pipe,
Waitin` for apples to get ripe;
Waitin` until the friendly sun
Has bronzed `em all an` says they`re done;
Not darin` any more to climb
An` pick a few afore their time.
No legs to run, no teeth to chew
The way that healthy youngsters do;
Jus` old enough to sit an` wait
An` pick my apple from a plate.

Plate apples ain`t to be compared
With those you`ve ventured for an` dared.
It`s winnin` `em from branches high,
Or nippin` `em when no one`s by,
Or findin` `em the time you feel
You really need another meal,
Or comin` unexpectedly
Upon a farmer`s loaded tree
An` grabbin` all that you can eat,
That goes to make an apple sweet.

Green apple time! Go to it, boy,
An` cram yourself right full o` joy;
Watch for the farmer`s dog an` run;
There`ll come a time it can`t be done.
There`ll come a day you can`t digest
The fruit you`ve stuffed into your vest,
Nor climb, but you`ll sit down like me
An` watch `em ripening on the tree,
An` jus` like me you`ll have to wait
To pick your apples from a plate.
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