UNDER the greenwood tree,
Who loves to lie with me,
And turn his merry note
Unto the sweet bird's throat,
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.

Who doth ambition shun,
And loves to live i' the sun,
Seeking the food he eats,
And pleased with what he gets,
Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.

From Under the Greenwood
by William Shakespere

I don't remember if I've ever had fresh papaya before.
I think there's a couple of different kinds; this is the large type.

  


POST NOTE, for those of you who wonder how it tasted: I found it...not offensive. I agree it looks much better than it tastes.