Apple

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Apple there upon the tree,
High up above the ground,
Red delicious, Granny Smith,
Nothing too sour to be found.

Sweet, savoury, apple sauce,
Just one ingredient at a time,
Fresh, pies, sparkling cider too,
Not much unlike a tasty mime.

From gooey, puréed baby food,
To the sweetest, crusty apple pie,
Shiny, juicy, crunchy apples,
Not a piece can be passed by.

Even those that aren't the best,
Can be a great nutritious treat,
For animals the likes of pigs,




Believe they're great to eat! 

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