Yesterday was apple day
Apples today and yesterday
All October they're in the way
Falling on lawnmowers on the lawn.
Some on the tree, others fall down
And lie with bruised parts on the ground
The birds all like to peck around
We're last. We pick. Now its our turn
We chop the apples carefully
Make honeycomb, cut bad bits out
Eat gingerly bite small, full of doubt
The first bite goes to teeny worms
The apple staste a little sour
We used to use them after stewing
But they're sweet and brown after an hour
Which saves the cooking or chewing
We hate to throw apples away
Take bags to collect them every day
In autumn it's all work no play
When every day is apple day.
Why does an apple need a day?
Is the only thing my man will say.
The shops all like to make a day
For seasonal goods so customers pay.
So yesterday was apple day
We missed it, but we've apples today
This week, all days are apple day
For home-grown apples, hurray!
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