Juicy off the tree;
Plopped me on your sundae,
You'd thought you'd conquered me.
The creamy life was easy--
You were used to enjoying dessert.
The bananas that you loved to peel
Managed to cover your hurt. 
But me, you stuck on top,
Hidden amongst the cream.
You diced me like the nuts
You sprinkled over your dream.
Cause when you make your sundaes,
The ingredients are half the fun:
You've thirty more flavors to choose from,
Or you can eat us one by one.