12.20.2005
Sort Of Like A Morbid, Fruit-Inspired Gilbert And Sullivan
I walk along the apple orchard picking apple trees
And sipping apple cider with an apple on my knees
She's beautiful and wonderful, she's elegant, and she's
The apple of my apple eye, my muse and poetrix.
In spring it's cherries, summer corn, and autumn pumpkins round
Midwinter's hinter pine tree cones or a truffle underground
Back in spring she's shining sweetly fixing what she's found
Within the kitchen, canning, jamming, until the day she drowned.
The fisher found her floating while a-boating in the bay
It was a beautiful and wonderful and shining summer day
She fell in feeding figs to fish, her footing false and flai'
L'd for help but no help came. My muse a-mused in May.
I walk along the apple orchard picking apple trees
And sipping apple cider with an apple on my knees
It reminds me, binds me, tastes of her, a testament and geas
For I'm still here while she is there, underneath those apple trees.
That Geisler? Imagine it set to music and dance I guess. Hot stuff a couple decades ago.
And sipping apple cider with an apple on my knees
She's beautiful and wonderful, she's elegant, and she's
The apple of my apple eye, my muse and poetrix.
In spring it's cherries, summer corn, and autumn pumpkins round
Midwinter's hinter pine tree cones or a truffle underground
Back in spring she's shining sweetly fixing what she's found
Within the kitchen, canning, jamming, until the day she drowned.
The fisher found her floating while a-boating in the bay
It was a beautiful and wonderful and shining summer day
She fell in feeding figs to fish, her footing false and flai'
L'd for help but no help came. My muse a-mused in May.
I walk along the apple orchard picking apple trees
And sipping apple cider with an apple on my knees
It reminds me, binds me, tastes of her, a testament and geas
For I'm still here while she is there, underneath those apple trees.
That Geisler? Imagine it set to music and dance I guess. Hot stuff a couple decades ago.
