You’re hair is like the red delicious apple

Who knew the hights you’d reach when you reached up to pull

Enioying the very small things as a rub on the belly from your old houd

Such deserved merits of honor for putting your time that was bound

Knowing this place like the back of your hand

Your worth more than several thousand grand

If I were to ever touch this place

I hope I would never forget your face

Called to a higher purpose

I am reminded of that red apple delicious