The Wolf ate the grandma; then he snacked on Red, but who is this interrupting his nap? Cutting him open, stealing his meals, filling him up, and giving him feels ... of being full to the brim and thirsty for a drink from the well outside old Gmas' dwell, where he sinks. Who is it who rudely came by to disturb Wolf's precious post-dinner shuteye?

Goodness gracious! It’s a sunny delight, Wrapped in a coat, not too tight. Peel back its smile, see the bright, Oh how it curves, a fruity sight. Yellow and mellow great for hot days and sundaes.

I’m warm beneath your feet beside the sea, and children build castles from pieces of me.

I invite you to swim, then remind you that you can’t see what’s below.

It's not easy being green. Especially when you're an unpopular little tree that children often despise at dinner time.