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