You hang in the tree looking ripe and bignBut you insist on clinging to the highest twignWell I plead and I pray, oh how I beseech younTell me how on earth I can ever reach younnLittle green fruit up in the treenLittle green fruit come down to menI'm going crazy wondering what I have to donI've got a stiff neck from waiting for younOh oh oh, little green fruit come down to me nnYour powers of deception are beyond beliefnHow can such a luscious fruit look so much like a leafnWell I give you a chop and I'm sure you dropnBut when I get the bag down, you're still up the topnnI know for certain if I left you therenAll the birdies would flap down to get their sharenYou'd be pecked and rotten when you hit the groundnAnd for no guacamole would you be bound