Apples
"What hue shall my apples be? "
Asked the little apple tree.
"That is easy to decide;
Make them green, " the grasses cried.
But the crimson roses said,
"We would rather have them red, "
While the dandelions confessed
Yellow suited them the best.
When the apples all were ripe,
Many wore a yellow stripe.
Some were red and some were green,
Some were somewhere in-between.