The bananas
Hanging all in a row
By the road-side
Let every one see passing by
The greens, the yellows and the black spots
The aging of the bananas by the days
The sweetness will not be guaranteed
Because plucked down too early
The stall owners will say
It is sweet every one of the bananas
They will not say anything differently
The bananas hanging all in a row
The old, the haggard, and the sweet
Every one will see passing by
The bananas all hanging in a row
The stall owners standing feeling proud
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