As I prepare for conference
I reach for my notes
My information pack
Opening my folder
The agenda falls into my lap
And a pear,

A pear, a pear
Takes me back
There
Where
We met

On a tray by reception
People dived for the pastries
But I told you, I love pears
Because I wanted to grow an orchard
And apples were too complicated
For the rest of the day you dropped pears into my hands