Red apple, red apple,

who will I give it to?

Hair, the colour of purple,

Jack, today it's you.

Encouraged by my soft touch,

you bite into the fruit.

Poison spreading in your blood;

Shame, is my love not good?

Another day comes,

sun high in the sky.

Jack nowhere to be seen;

just like everyone before,

he also had to die.

Now buried with my other lovers,

in the ground forgotten he lies.

'Why do you have to cause such a chaos?'

Every weeping soul continuously cries.

Well, as they say,

'Ignorance is a bliss'

Other people should start to pray,

for my red apples never miss.