Oh here's a story, of a lovely apple
Who was bringing up three very lovely bananas
All of them had skin of gold
Like their mother
The youngest one in peels
Here's a the story of a lovely pineapple
Who was brining up three grapes of her own
They were four fruits living all together
But they were all alone
Until the one day when that apple met that pineapple
And the knew they were much more than a fruitcup
That somehow, they'd have to form a fruit juice
That's the way they became Hawaiian Punch
Hawaiian Punch,
that's the way they became Hawaiian Punch