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the apple

From high on a branch of the apple-tree The seed fell. Hidden in the middle of the rotten apple, The seed fell. Onto a wet rotten soil, The seed fell. Shaken by these sudden changes, The seed got wet. Surrounded by moist sticky rubbish, The seed got big ; Escaping from its decaying envelope, The seed got strong. Then the seed gave birth To a young apple-tree, The seed became the branches and the leaves Of a young apple-tree. It gave all its contents To a young apple-tree Then the young apple-tree grew, And became such a lovely strong tree, It multiplied its branches and its leaves And developed as a lovely strong tree, And it became very proud Of being such a lovely strong tree. Then the tree grew its own apples, What a lot of marvels ! So many sweet fruit, The tree gave birth to so many fruit, That it almost forgot how it began itself at the root. From a rotten apple, a small pip Gave birth to so many nice fruit ! From a small tiny seed, big like a bip, Came dozens of marvellous fruit. So you can see that beginnings may be Small, rotten, or downwards, But the result of patience and assiduity Is certainly worth waiting for its rewards.

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