I have a cousin who once lived in Oakland, California
Where she had a magic lemon tree in her backyard
With these lemons that weren’t sour, but tart and slightly sweet
She baked the best lemon meringue pie this side of heaven
Because I’m a lemon meringue pie lover
I visited my cousin, whom I also love, quite often
One time while she was watching me eat another large slice
She asked if I fathomed the difficulty of making lemon meringue pies
I wonder if I may have dropped in more than she wished
Because inexplicably, she suddenly up and transplanted to Oregon
I’ve not yet visited her since that unfortunate move
But if I did, I think I’d have to stop off in Oakland first
I’d ask the owners of that tree I still see on Google maps
If they could spare a goodly number of those lemons
Laden with a boatload of these lemons from the gods
I’d then jet up to Portland to reunite with my loving cousin
Lanning Lee 