In autumn’s glow, the apples bob and sway,
Their glossy skins a prize in water’s play.
With laughter loud, we dip and chase the fruit,
In tubs of mirth, where harvest joys hold sway.
No hands allowed, just teeth to seize the day,
The splash and giggle spark the heart’s pursuit.
In autumn’s glow, the apples bob and sway,
Their glossy skins a prize in water’s play.