Oh such a sin...
The clumsy, and the bold
Here lays the kin
Of the king of the cold
Laying in the bin
Jerry, sad and bored
The suicidal apple
Sweet as sunday singing
Alone and dreaming bubbles
Had cried and gone a 'flinging
He fell upon the marble
Determined to be eaten
See me, Eat me!
Cried he
Who's soft core called for crunching
Eat me, love me!
Cried he
Who's tears had gone a 'rolling
But there he layed
fallen upon the ground
and there he stayed
Till by baby he was found
Up and down the kitchen he rolled
up and through the door
Untill his smooth red skin was soiled
And his rich taste had gone poor
And so mother found him
Bouncing down the stairs
And threw him in the bin
Along with puppys hairs
And so here lies Jerry
The suicidal apple
Alone and sorry
Blasé to the core
And so here lies Jerry
The suicidal apple
Blasé to the core
To be bitten, Nevermore
