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Maracuja tastes so divine, this tasty fruit grows on a vine.

Peek inside this giant berry,  pulpy goodness from a magical fairy.

This fruity gift is hard to resist, made into a juice it’s purely sunkissed.

Tart and tangy tastes so great, when I find it, I celebrate.

Australia is where I first tasted this bliss, 

in the yard by the chickens where it just might have been missed.

But when my family cut me one from the vine, I knew I’d want it all the time.

At home it was rare and hard to find, so I must wait until the right time.

When in the tropics, I enjoy it a ton. My taste buds are ready to have some fun.

I arrived in the Cook Islands with breakfast on the table, a giant bowl of passion fruit to eat all I’m able.

Colombia, Peru, Vietnam and Brazil, when  I find it it’s always a thrill.

I drink and I drink and I drink some more, 

Maracuja, Maracuja, would I find you in Singapore?

Fast forward to now and I find it more often, but it's not the same, I haven’t forgotten.

I dream of the days that I’m near the equator, maracuja brought to me by a waiter.

I hope all of you, from here in Illinois, get the opportunity to enjoy

the giant berry from far away, maracuja, maracuja you’ll have it someday.