My old friend's black cat
Sits on his doorstep
His fragile peach skin cries
Then from the corner
An old friend comes in
A squirrel with cherry eyes
He'll pluck them out
He'll pluck them out
Silly little baby
All dressed in ruby
Knows nothing but his place
Banished by mommy
Fell from the peach tree
I love you anyways
Fresh fruit for all
Fresh fruit for all
Fresh fruit for all
Fresh fruit for all