I found my little apple in a wormhole
He was toast
A wormhole, he was toast
Just food for the worms
I rescued him before those worms
Could wear around his skin
Wear around his skin, just food for the worms
And he became the saddest shades
Of wrinkle, red, and brown
His will, he states
Tuck my remains in a little wormhole made of dirt
A wormhole made of dirt, I've thrown in the towel
I went back with flowers one year from that day and saw an apple tree
It was his legacy and everyone's happy now