I nibbled my apple right to the core But my lunch box was empty, I still wanted more So I thought, what the hell, thereβs no one around And I chewed it all up and swallowed it down
Upon the next day on my way back from school The bus had broke down, I felt awfully full We were all simply stranded with no help in sight I was going to burst I had to alight
Now my house wasn't far, a ten minute walk But I just couldn't wait and I hadn't a cork So I slide down the bank to a spot underneath And when I had finished I found me a leaf
Now ten years have passed and right on that route Stands a proud apple tree all laden with fruit So just with my bottom I managed to grow a tree And now reminisce with my poo-a-tree poetry