• The evil queen would be jealous at
    the rich, red apples.
    Such a captivating color, seducing
    High in the tree’s spread out arms,
    the rich, red apples.
    Reach as one might, but thine hands cannot
    Even reach those shiny green leaves and
    the rich, red apples.
    Bark so darken by age, scraping against my arms.
    Never will ye reach
    the rich, red apples.
    Rich, red apples, you mock me so.