The Apple was always the favorite child,
Even in the beginning Eve took a bite.
Ben Franklin said it could even keep away
the doctor if you had a daily diet.
Later a multi billion dollar corporation
was named after the Apple.
It was a favorite ingredient in a fancy
drink called snapple.
What about his cousin we call the pear,
He was an odd looking fellow.
He did not come in red but seemed
to favor green and yellow.
Well it was never his destiny to be
famous like his kin.
But the Pear had a partridge who
was a friend through thick or thin.
It is nice to be famous, and rich
beyond compare.
But I would rather have a good
friend just like the Pear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem