Jonathan - (Beyond Delicious)

Jonathan Apple showed up in the fall,
his cheeks red and round,
a smile like no other, on dark ruby lips,
the like of none else ever found.

The farmer's daughter delighted that he
chose to stop in at their place on his way,
to sip of the autumn's fresh pressed cup
on a gentle, Indian summer day.

Johnny Apple had promised that surely as spring
would bring fragrant blooms to the trees,
she would find him as willing to take her to wife
as orchards could bait honey bees.

But alas, bright May passed without his knock
on the door or him showing up like a weed
A bushel of apples grew in the sweet girl's womb
for Jonathan Apple had planted his seed.

The farmer was incensed that his girl had been duped
by a smooth talkin’ sharp with bright cheeks
but he loved his child and the fruit that she bore
enough that revenge no more would he seek

Twas enough, the man said, that the fool
never sees the sweet on the ground by his foot.
and he took his grandson from his girl's arms
and vowed Johnny would never watch this one take root.

Woe to the lad who steals of another man's orchard
for bitter are the fruits that he reaps.
Instead of the joy found in the love of a child,
he wallows in dirt with the company he keeps.