Come by our house and you can try
makin' a treat that money can't buy,
for hangin' on our tree you'll see
lemons, each waitin' a pie to be.
Through a year of drought and cold it stood,
bearing it's fruit like I hoped it would,
is my lemon tree, all loaded with yellow
for making a pie for some lucky fellow.
The fruit is so large that you'll believe
it's an orange hiding behind that leaf.
Meyer's their name; I can say for sure
each one is juicy, tangy and pure.
So, come on by, each lemon is free.
You don't have to bring any pie to me.
Try leaving pieces for Santa and wife,
it'll be the best pie they've had in their life!
DP December 2011
