'An apple a day, keeps the doctor away' They say.
But I think it keeps hunger away.
More like spare you the pain
Of eating daily grain.
It's fine for a prize
Instead of rice.
All that healthy grain
Feels like heavy rain.
We find it in red
In place of bread.
We find it in green
In place of that bean.
Apple green
That's great in spring.
Apple green
That's crisp and clean.
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