Mandarin in flight(Brother in verse)

The mandarin in flight

Down behind the vines of eve
Alittle before autumns eve
We the delinquents raided the orchard

So we picked between the leaves
each of us the citrus fruit thieves
Then the mandarins began to fly hard

We threw our spoils without reprieve
Fruit did splatter like you wouldn´t believe
Juice stained t´shirts our battle scars

The orchard owner was partly deprived
To see the good fruit wasted underneath
We we´re sticky but quite alive
we outran the owner to our relief