This is a very old song. I remember my mother's collection of old 78 records, and this was one of my favorites. It is contemporary with the old songs sung by the Ink Spots, I believe. Sometime from the 20s, maybe, because of the reference to prohibition. I just hate to think of it being lost forever, and it has been so long since I heard the record, that I do not have all of the words, nor do I have them in the correct order. Perhaps another over 60 person will see this and help us out?



In the kingdom of the fruit,

the prune is shunned by others.

They are not allowed

to mingle with the crowd

They are never on display

With all their highbrow brothers,

But they don't seem to mind

To this fact, they'e resigned

Prohibition worries us

but prunes don't sit and brood

cause no matter how young a prune may be

it's always getting stewed.



No matter high young a prune may be,

its always full of wrinkles,

baby prunes look like their dad,

just not wrinkled quite as bad,

Other folks are envious

because they know full well,

that no matter how young a prune may be

hot water makes them swell



Now-a-days we often gaze on women over fifty

without the slightest trace

of wrinklse on their face

Doctors go and take their dough

To make them young and nifty,

but doctors I defy

To tell me ust why



No matter how young a prune may be

it's always full of wrinkles

We may get them on our face

Prunes get them every place





And here, I sadly have to admit that I am totally at a loss. I just hope that what I have written here will attract the attention of someone who may actually have the rest of the lyrics, the name of the author and all of that. Thanks for giving me the space to try to preserve this funny little song from my childhood.