Where we were once before they had arrived?
That sumptuous fruit will be so missed somehow,
When Panama disease alone's survived.
Those famous sport stars when they're on a break
Will miss your meaty, healthy yummy-yums
And all the sugars that you somehow make,
When they've got you inside their tummy-tums.
And me too, I'd be sad if you were gone,
I cut you up for breakfast every day,
I pour my cereals and put you on,
Your yellow makes my life a bit less grey.
How dull the world with be with out you near,
I hope scientists somehow keep you here.