I'm sorry I stole your precious plums
That you found the ice box bare
I haven't bothered to replace them
And there's not one left to spare

 

I've eaten the apples
The bananas, the grapes
The pears, the peaches too
The oranges and kiwis are consumed
There's simply nothing left for you

 

The pineapple was tasty
The cherries were ripe
The nectarines a joy to behold
The melon and lemon a pleasure, I say
And the apricots delicious and gold

 

Every healthy morsel is gone
I'm full and feeling fine
So the only option for you, my dear
Is to eat t' chocolate and call me a swine