Answer:
In the city's crowded streets,
Where the air is thick with heat,
Lived a family in despair,
Their fate seemed so unfair.
A man named Mario, so forlorn,
Had lost his job and was so worn,
His wife Consuelo and daughter Tita,
Were hungry and needed comida.
One day while walking through the town,
They found an apple on the ground,
But as they ate, a man appeared,
Claiming the apple was his and sneered.
In desperation, Mario did steal,
The man's wallet, quick as an eel,
But guilt consumed him day and night,
He knew he had not done what was right.
The world is an apple, he soon realized,
A fruit that's tempting but unwise,
For stealing leads to nothing good,
And leaves the thief in solitude.
So he confessed and made amends,
Hoping to make things right again,
And in the end, though life was hard,
He found forgiveness in his heart.
The world is an apple, a lesson learned,
For those who've taken what they've yearned,
It's better to do what's right and just,
And in the end, earn the world's trust.