I heard it from the pear.He told me what the apples do,
but no one seems to care.
They sell themselves to get some dough.
they have no shame or pride.The pear had witnessed it himself!
The apples say he lied.
The pear told me the other day
the apples got arrested.The peaches went and bailed them out --
or so the pear attested.
The apples seem so harmless that
I don't know what to think.The peaches say the problem is
the pear, who is a fink.
There's not much left that I can do.
I could just make fruit salad.The pear and apples would shut up
and end my little ballad.
Now I suppose you think that's gross
to eat the pear and apples.You're right.