Autumn’s snap is in the air Like the crisp crunch of a ripe apple. I want to gather them up from The trees, take them home in bushels Make apple compote, Apple strudel, Apple pie!
I want to stuff them into roast duck With black walnuts and chestnuts. I want to poach them with some pears And sour cherries. I want to make apple tarts with cranberries.
And feed them all to you.
Flour dust still in my hair, Powdered sugar on my face To make love to your appetite With bits of apple goodies In the crisp Autumn air - somewhere On beds of leaves bursting bright All in the colors of Autumn.
You’ll never think of apples (or tarts) the same way again. And Autumn, a little more exotic A little bit ******, something To look forward to When Autumn’s snap is in the air!