WHEN I was a lad during World War Two,there wasn't a lot we kids could do.So we took to scrumpin' apple and plumthen took the proceeds home to Mum.
Mum would grab me by the ear,
give it a tweak and say: "Listen 'ere!
If you keep stealing from the big estate,
you'll end-up in front of a magistrate.
But she kept the proceeds of my crime.
then said in a tone that was sublime.
"That fruit looks good and I cannot deny
I'm looking forward to apple pie."