The Prune Song
Written By: Unknown
No matter how young a prune may be He's always full of wrinkles People get them on their face Prunes get 'em every place. Baby prunes, just like their Dad Wrinkled but not quite so bad Their life's an open book, For no matter how young a prune may be He has a worried look! Now every day in every way The world is getting better As time goes passing by We've even learned to fly. But pity the case of the poor old Prune Who's always left alone, For no matter how young a Prune may be He has a heart of stone.