ETHYLENE THE APPLE QUEEN

Ethylene the Apple Queen
Has had more apples
Than greenery has green
Than scenery has scenes
Than jeaneries make jeans
When it comes to apples
The girl’s a fiend.
Green, Golden, or Red
To her they’re all delicious
And when it comes to sampling
She’s orchard-big-ambitious:
Ethylene churns
Through bushels of Braeburns,
Pink Ladies, Honey Crisps,
Cameos, Granny Smiths.
On her Jonagolds
Never grow mold,
About the Empire or Rome,
She could write a tome.
Sweets, tarts, for baking,
For biting into’em,
For cinnamon sugaring,
Or chocolate fondu’in’em,
She gives parties for Sonyas
And Galas to girls:
To her around the apple
Spins the world.
No mountain of Fujis
Could be too high,
For Ethylene the Apple Queen
who needs apples like kites need the sky.

SPREADING CHEER - All but the farmers who grow fillings for cavities smile at the sight of a rosy red apple. (Photo by Pac)

NO BIGGER F.O.E. – Happy Apple (above) is one of the oldest known Friends of Ethylene. (Photo by PaC)

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