The Prune Song

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.