Apples

The apple is, by far, The fruit I like the best I drink it behind the bar Dressed in a shirt and vest Tight lines and freshly pressed There's knowledge in this glass Forbidden though it's true Still! Knowledge I will pass For a drop of golden hue For a drop of molten you I'll take from you forbidden fruit You offer platters sweet I taste its juice, my precious loot The flavour can't be beat I'll fall before your seat