You hang in the tree looking ripe and big But you insist on clinging to the highest twig Well I plead and I pray, oh how I beseech you Tell me how on earth I can ever reach you Little green fruit up in the tree Little green fruit come down to me I'm going crazy wondering what I have to do I've got a stiff neck from waiting for you Oh oh oh, little green fruit come down to me Your powers of deception are beyond belief How can such a luscious fruit look so much like a leaf Well I give you a chop and I'm sure you drop But when I get the bag down, you're still up the top I know for certain if I left you there All the birdies would flap down to get their share You'd be pecked and rotten when you hit the ground And for no guacamole would you be bound