Apples and oranges
A storm among the leaves
both are to tumble
So the wind decrees
One bruised its rind
The other reddened autumn
Curls of peels on grounds
Warm pies sworn solemn
Navels or Mandarins
Macintosh or McGowan
Old Man Winter decides their fate
At this late lonely hour
So Jack Frost has set
Orchard ladders lay right
Two bushels full of apples
And not an orange in sight
So Jack Frost has set
So the wind decrees
A storm among the leaves
both are to tumble
Apples and oranges
And not an orange in sight
Navels or Mandarins
Orchard ladders lay right
Two bushels full of apples
Macintosh or McGowan
Curls of peels on grounds
Warm pies sworn solemn
At this late lonely hour
Old Man Winter decides their fate
One bruised its rind
The other reddened autumn