Let me tell you of the fairy tale

of a strudle named Lemon.

Let me tell you of the fairy tale

of that dear friend.

Little lemon lived in

a town filled with vegetables.

Little Lemon lived in

the town with no fruit.

But Lemon wasn't exactly fruit,

don't you know, for she was,

and always had been a strudle.

Little Lemon, the strudle,

was lonely in town.

So what do you think

she did to solve that?

What do you think

she did to have friends?

She tried to play,

but the vegetables said go away,

So she decided

to do something else.

She went to the baker and

bought the tools she would need.

She went to the oven and

worked as she pleased.

She experimented

long through the night,

and soon her army

they grew light.

They burst forth

flooding the night.

An army of

delicious baked goods!

Storming the town and

smashing those vegetables!

Squishing them up

for soup or maybe pie.

They would

be sliced and diced, oh my!

And then when it was done,

little Lemon had fun.

She played with her friends

in the fields 'till daylight.