In Mobile there are apples,
Entire wheelbarrows filled  

With countless apples,
Globes and spheres,  

Crimson and heavy
Fortified with a core  

With mahogany seeds.
Pick a caramel-coating, a candy-coating.   

Take two home to savor
During the next frigid night.   

Twice-heated hot dogs,
Stiff pink cotton candy,  

Over-popped popcorn
Dripping with butter substitute  

Every kernel bearing a sprinkling
Of table salt or celery salt  

To toss like wrappers
Underneath the boots of  

Apple-chompin’, Ferris Wheel-lovin’ folks
countin’ “one, two, three, four” in the square.