Two British scientists have discovered a method of keeping fruits by putting them to sleep. This method may be applied to Australian fruits aboard ship.
When grandma wished to keep her fruit Her apples she would take And put them on a bed of straw At rest, but wide awake; But newer days have newer modes, And now, that it may keep, They give an orange opiates And sing it off to sleep. And they're telling bedtime stories to bananas, And rocking little raspberries to rest. They will dope an apple silly, And it wakes in Piccadilly From a beauty sleep that makes it look its best. It seems a heartless kind of trick To play on helpless pears; To lull them off to slumberland And soothe their nervous cares, Only to wake them up again, Weeks after, on a plate, On the day of execution To announce their cruel fate. But they're telling bedtime stories to bananas, And putting plums to by-by on a ship, And they never have a notion They have been across the ocean, So they even miss the pleasure of the trip.
|Copyright © Perry Middlemiss 2002|