The Apple

That apple sat on my teachers desk
Through all the ABCs,
Through shapes and colors,
Show and tell,
And American history.
Through social studies, health class,
Music class and art.
Through Mark Twain, Shakespeare,
Dickinson and Descartes.
Through bio, and chem,
Physics and philosophy.
Through all of it that apple sat
Right next to teacher’s coffee.
Then one day near graduation
A tiny worm popped outta’ the fruit.
It wore a tiny mortarboard
Which they tipped as a tiny salute.
And I guess the worm must have listened
To every class, lecture and exam
‘Cause they grew up to be so smart,
even more than you or I am.
That worm collected his diploma
And then just disappeared,
Though I heard they were attending Cornell
on a scholarship of 4 years.
They hope to become a botanist and
Move to the Big Apple, so they say.
And dreams of meeting a fellow bookworm
Who will settle down with them someday.