So it may propagate
Its species. When they hit a likely spot
Then they can germinate.
But behold the little clementine:
It surely does not fit,
Though it may smell and taste like wine,
There's not a single pit!
So how can we explain such waste
Of precious DNA?
It's Man in his continual haste
To alter Nature's way.
He interferes with her design,
He changes rivers' flow,
He made the little clementine
To taste good, not to grow...