Candy Apples; she was selling at the fair
Where redder than the roses that she wore in her hair
They glisened in the sun; the bees found every one
She'll never figure out how the bees found out
about the candy apples; she was selling at the fair
In this world so vast
They found those apples fast
Candy apples; she was selling at the fair
How did they come in sight
With such an appetite
For candy apples; she was selling at the fair
Author notes
It's a song maybe not finished yet
Written October 10th, 2006
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