Little Pumpy Dare

On to the other side I wanna go,

The reason you ask, oh,

The apples are sweeter there,

Said little Pumpy Dare!

Those apples make me strong,

But to come back, I’ll always long!

I‘ll get a seed and plant it here,

Apples here then will be sweeter,

Said little Pumpy Dare!

Off he did go, to the other side,

Zoomed in the merry slide!

Sweet apples, he ate and ate,

Cursed the ones from where he came,

And proclaimed their distaste!

I’ll stay here a little longer,

So I get a bit more stronger!

Then I’ll take a seed and go,

To my people, sweet apples will show!

Said little Pumpy Dare!

Longer and longer, he did stay,

When until his hair turned grey.

He had slaved for many a years,

And forgot many a dears,

Which he had left behind.

Sweet apples are meant to be here,

It will never grow there,

The tree will wither and fall perhaps,

Or is sure indeed to collapse,

Said little Pumpy Dare!

Never he went back to his side,

In the other side he took pride!

Never failed to curse his own though,

Though that’s where he started his life’s show!

On his death bed now he was,

The old apple trees he yearned to see,

Sweet or not,

They were my lot,

Now cried little Pumpy Dare!