Fresh Fruit for All

My old friend's black cat

Sits on his doorstep

His fragile peach skin cries

Then from the corner

An old friend comes in

A squirrel with cherry eyes

He'll pluck them out

He'll pluck them out

Silly little baby

All dressed in ruby

Knows nothing but his place

Banished by mommy

Fell from the peach tree

I love you anyways

Fresh fruit for all

Fresh fruit for all

Fresh fruit for all

Fresh fruit for all