Oh unripe apple, you who look so fine while hanging on high.
swaying right in front of my eyes, gracing my fingertips, twinkling
with your glossy shine.
I could just reach out and grab you, so within my grasp are you.
but I know once I've taken a bite, you'll show me right. you with a
sweet facade hides a sour thine behind.
oh unripe apple, nestling in the tree's glorious hide. I'll wait a
little while more, and only grab you when the time proves right.