'moving to the country, going to eat a lot of...apples'
when we first arrived in the twigs i remember being amazed by the shear amount of apples available in the huon. i also remember the first bag of honesty apples we bought - they tasted amazing! even the ugly, dented teeny ones that would never make it onto a city supermarket shelf tasted like heaven.
once we decided to move, this song got stuck in my head. the only difference is our version has one obvious alteration - still, you get the idea.