here.. Red and golden, crisp and sweet, Apples hanging where branches meet. Pick 'em fresh from orchard trees, Juice that drips in the autumn breeze. Apples in a pie, apples in my hand, Tasting like magic from the land. Crunch so fine, it's love at first bite, Apple delight from morning to night. Caramel dips and cider sips, Warm little tarts on chilly lips. Tucked in baskets, ripe and round, Best little treasure ever found. From Granny Smith to Fuji bright, Each one's got a little bite. Whether raw or baked with care, Apples bring joy everywhere..
