Every spring, I look outside my Brooklyn window, and see a brief explosion of white blossoms. For a few days, I am surrounded by a magical curtain that turns lime green as leaves replace petals. "It wasn't really so/but it seemed to me/ Popcorn Popping On The Apricot Tree"
I looked out the window and what did I see?
Popcorn popping on the apricot tree.
Spring has brought me such a nice surprise:
Blossoms popping right before my eyes.
I can take an armful and make a treat,
A popcorn ball that would smell so sweet.
It wasn't really so,
But it seemed to me
Popcorn popping on the apricot tree. . .