Guavas In a Can

Many a fruit I have tasted, And wasted, Many a fruit I have flirted with, And soon broken up with. Many a fruit I have refused a dance, And never given a second glance. Many a fruit has scent that still sucks me in And its perfect skin forbidding me to throw it in the bin. My tastes have matured now, And Guavas in a can, are all I desire now, My only regret I did not taste a Guava in a can sooner, And plant my guava tree a few years sooner. I will be ever grateful to the one who first put fruit in a can, As fresh guava down under, I may never taste, try as I can, As fresh guava never seems to cross our border down under. Never mind I have my strawberry patch, And the peach trees will bear fruit next year, Never will fresh cream be too far away for me to fetch, And as there are always ships at sea full of bananas, Never will I have to say "yes we have no bananas".