Johnny Appleseed Still Further West

On the mountain peak, called "Going-To-The-Sun,"
I saw old Johnny Appleseed once more.
He ate an apple, threw away the core.
Then turned and smiled and slackly watched it fall
Into a crevice of the mountain wall.
In an instant there was an apple tree,
The roots split up the rocks beneath our feet,
And apples rolled down the green mountainside
And fairies popped from them, flying and free!