A poem, wow.

Ave Eva, by Mr. Brilliant.

I wish I could but reach that apple there.
Its surface shines so temptingly.
Will I get it? No. I shouldn’t dare.
My father’d angry with me be.

But look, that one climbs slowly up the trunk.
He’ll get my apple now I hope.
He nips the stem and down it comes to plunk
At my bare feet, so in the grass I grope.

I have it now. Oh, marv’lous ecstasy!
The wondrous orb lies in my hand.
But soft, I hear Him coming to the tree.
Now I’ll away, and show it to the man.