There was once an apple 
The Gala variety 
She would preen and pose all day 
For all the world to see 

The other apples told her
To be fruity and be kind 
To watch the world quietly 
But Gala paid no mind 

One day while the apples 
Sat in the produce aisle 
A naughty little child came by 
With a naughty little smile 

They looked at him quietly 
Maybe he’d go away 
But Gala preened, oh she beamed 
She loved being on display!

The little boy saw the apples 
And almost passed them by 
But then as she did a little jig
Cheeky Gala caught his eye 

He pounced on the dancing fruit  
She would be his lunch 
Your imagination should tell you that 
The next sound was a - “Crunch”!