RED APPLE
The big Sky-man that makes the Moons, Stuck one into our Apple tree; I saw it when I went to Bed; The Tree was black; the Moon was red, And round as round could be.
To-day I went to get that Moon, For I can climb the Apple-tree; The Moon was gone. But in its stead I found an Apple round and red, And nice as nice could be. Hamish Hendry.