I looked up the apple tree
And thought...
I could climb
Yes I can
and I did!
The lower branches
held ripe apples
For though I did climb
I wasn't the first to
And so I reach out for the next
I dared, I did
To go a step further
To the bigger, riper apples
I would hold in my palm dear
For the best-is always
Where non but men of valour
Dare to reach
And I did
The fear of falling was naught
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