Inside this fishbowl I found
Will you keep the doctor at bay today?
Or will you be eaten with nary a sound?
Dropping the fishbowl with a smash and a crash
It seems I found my answer from that apple
As I sat there picking shards of glass from my skin
The apple simply sat on the ground with a grin
As if to say:
Taunting my magic is folly at best
For it will be me who puts you to the test
Now do you want me to call the doctor for you today?
Or can you hold your pain and tears at bay?
After I picked that last shard of glass from myself
I carefully cleaned myself up
Picked up that apple
And ate it