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Beneath a Fruitful Apple Tree / Sate Pompom, youth of high degree, / And Prince of Apple-Tartary; / While in the branches overhead / The apples blushed with rapture red, / As from a great book on his knees / He read of the Hesperides, / And how, to win the apples gold, / One Hercules, a Hero bold, / A hundred-headed Dragon shew. / "How brave! How wonderful! How true! " / Exclaimed the apples, flushed and red. / "That proves what we have always said: / We come of Ancient Pedigree! / We're of the Applestocracy! / Our title cannot be denied. " / Whereat they swelled and swelled with Pride / Until their High and Mighty Air / Was more than Apple Tree could bear.
"Come! " cried the Tree, "you must vacate / My boughs -- they will not bear your weight! " / Pride goes before a fall. / Alas! / Next morning, prone upon the grass, / Blushing for shame, the Apples lay, / And when Queen Pompom passed that way / She picked them up, and by and by / She made them into Apple Pie.