You, my precious
Little love apple
How greatly I think
About your every need
Nurtured you when you were
A frail little seed
Gave water to drink

Beautiful, your yellow blossoms
Burst like sunshine
Smells of nectar in the breeze
Attracting all the bees
Bringing me to my knees
To weed and feed you
Stake up your fruited vine

Then your little round
Fruits first appeared
Growing sweet and strong
With each passing cloud
Maybe raindrop would fall
Or waterin’ can come along
A perfect dark green gown

Now, the harvest comes
You give your red globes
Those juicy delicious orbs
Sweetened by the summer
Sun and earthly goddesses
Such fragrance as the herbs
Will make me mummer

At last, in a simmering sauce
Glistening with golden oil
With garlic and shallot
Wash down my waiting palate
With a tall glass of merlot
Des pâtes aux fruits de mer
Become my enlightenment