For everything there is a season, turn turn turn - and last season it was was grapes.
And now the cherries are coming into their full ripeness.
Shall we dangle two cherries round each of your sweet ears? Shall we give you cherry earrings?
Or would you prefer I feed you one cherry at a time, making you beg for the very last one?
I love grapes and I love cherries, but I love mon chou the best.