Ode to a quince

O, so there’s this quince tree near our house, yeah?

and the kids think the fruit’s some type of pear 

and I wanna tell em that it is

cos they ask all sorts of questions like how old were you when you weren’t 41

and I mean they have a point and all don’t they?

about what things are and that

like, things are what you make em, yeah?