Boy In The Apples by Robert P. Tristram Coffin Lyrics

A boy with wide blue agates for his eyes
In overalls powdered golden at the seat
Stood in red apples underneath a tree
And ate red apples fast as he could

His pockets bulged,his cheeks bulged, and his eyes
Were round as those red globes upon the ground,
He yearned to make his body circular
And everything about his being round.

He ate innocent of any thought,
His mind was centered wholly on sweet juice,
Passion drove him raptly to make sure
No inch of his blue overalls be loose.

It wasnt hunger, he had long since passed
That bound and gone on to a higher joy;
He ate apples fast so there would be
More apples in his overalls than boy!