In this story of the strange old fruit,
it wasn't even old,
but definitely a mute.
"Hello?" called the feather-coat man.
But it couldn't say word or even shake his hand.
It was not an apple, a peach or even a plum.
What did it taste like? Where was it from?
The fruit gave a wiggle, a shake and a nod
And then disappeared with a quickness
that deserved applause.
In this case of the strange little fruit,
well -
I don't know.
The story is moot.
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