Oh, how I wish that I had been
The apple on old Adam’s tree
I’d shake my leaves and tuck them in
To keep his idle hands off me.
I’d tell him not to take a bite
Before the troubles could begin
When he and Eve, out of some spite
Took Satan’s dare right on the chin.
Oh, sad the day man was denied,
Remembering in all you do
That God to us has never lied
Your happiness is up to you !
Claire V. Bogdanos 