If I Were an Apple If I were an appleAnd grew on a tree,I think I’d drop downOn a nice boy like me. I wouldn’t stay thereGiving nobody joy,I’d fall down at onceAnd say, “Eat me, my boy!” Related posts: The Apple of Discord by Josephine Preston Peabody The Philosopher in the Apple Orchard by Anthony Hope The Conceited Apple-branch by Hans Christian Andersen After Apple-Picking by Robert Frost