Chex Mix

The apple tree that feeds the shadows, on the wings of a bee as far as it goes. Upon a hill for miles and miles, a girl named Jill laughs and smiles. I am the green fruit loop, that escapes the bowl. In fear of the scoop, I dig like a mole. Down the drain we all must go, deep and dark it shall never end. Where to, we will never know, now its time to blend. I poke the floor it seems to ripple, a zebra runs around the room. Hard and stiff like a cripple, here comes a smurf out of his shroom. The devil pet's dad has fiery red eyes, searching hard as far as the sea. He jumps out of the closet to say "suprise!", for there is the peaceful apple tree.