When I Upset the Applecart

They rolled along the dirty road, With apples fresh among the load. They stopped a mile from the mart, As I upset the apple cart, I stood in front as if to stop, Causing all the fruit to drop, Telling where the road had led, And warned of dangers up ahead. Told my time of being there, Coming back all worse for wear. Be it known, I planned in part, To NOT upset the apple cart. These things they didn’t NEED to know, I felt it was my duty though. I don’t mind to take the blame, If things for them don’t end the same. Thanking me for being nice, Exchanged an apple for advice, A different road they did depart, When I upset the apple cart.