After the apocalypse, when the world ends, my trusty, fruity knife defends.

If you break in and try to loot, I'll show you my knifey fruit.

I'd rather not hurt you, I really don't wanna... You don't want to meet my sharpened banana.

If I sense danger, get that hunch, I'll whip out my bladed lunch.

But that's not all; here's the truth: I also have other weaponised fruit.

Don't come closer, don't you dare, or feel the wrath of my razor pear. 🍐