It travels in my rucksack
To and fro each way
Snuggled in the darkness
For days and days and days

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I had such good intentions
A perfect little snack
To keep me fit and healthy
In a bag upon my back

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Now and then I'd get it out
To see if it was bruised
Or pop it back into the fridge
Only then to be rechoosed

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I'd always be so happy
To have an apple in my bag
If feeling rather peckish
It's the first thing I could snag

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But this battered little apple
Would be left without a bite
Languishing in darkness
Tucked away, out of sight

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Today i'll eat this apple!
I promised everyday
And off we went again
And did i eat it?? Nay...

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F'rall the times it went to work
It've earnt a pretty penny
Instead of all the bruises
Of that, there were many

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So this morning i decided
To set my apple free
As it was now inedible
Well, at least for me

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So i went into the garden
And hung the apple from a tree
So the birds could have the pleasure
Of an apple for their tea

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The birds they did obliged me
With rawcus crows of joy
Pecking like jack hammers
The apple they'd destroy

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So I've made myself a promise
To not waste another fruit
Now in my bag, a small companion

Jeremy, my pet newt.

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