Hey Apple Girl up by the Sobeys on North. Tonight, yet again, we cross paths - me slamming on my brakes, and there you are again, walking in front of me obliviously munching on an apple. You make me want to turn my car around and go buy a bag of apples. Are apples really that tasty? Is that why you are so slim? Does the Doctor really stay away? You always put a smile on my face. Munch away girl, see you up North! Love the way you love Apples. —Distracted Driver