Mary Ruefle Tanya and The Apples Tanya loves the sound of falling   Apples, she lays on the ground   Under the tree with her arms out wide   Old yellow apples bury her   Big red apples bounce off of her   Green apples live in her eyes   Cider runs in her veins   Tanya is a pyramid of joy   When she is eating in the afterlife   If they pick one moment off of her   All of the others will fall