When thou dost hold the kiwi in thy hand

When thou dost hold the kiwi in thy hand,
First seek a blade to do the peeling true;
With gentle care remove the fuzzy band,
And let the emerald flesh appear to view.

Then cut the fruit in twain with measured grace,
As moon divided by a silver cloud;
Take up a spoon and scoop the fragrant face,
Nor waste the juice that nature hath allowed.

Yet some do eat the skin and all beside,
And find therein a tart and wholesome cheer;
If such a course thy appetite doth guide,
Then wash it well and cast away thy fear.

Thus mayst thou feast upon this verdant prize,
A little globe where sweet enchantment lies.