The name of a 90s band.

It grew blossom to ball, seeds gorged in fruit. Picked, carried, set out to pass and perhap praise.  Someone, somewhere, seeing, set passivity aside - maybe thinking of the homeless, or the holocaust: they couldn't idle by. The pumpkin now named, weight in hand, held, measured, tasted, smelled, explored to flat chunks. The shallow rounds of rind rubbed raw on road.  Which - all a part of plant plan - god of seed to seed, who maketh the apple blossom sweet, who maketh the squash some fun to smash, who this and that, renewal through temptation. We smash and suck the plumpest fruit. The 4H is the plants displaying us. The chimpanzee that learned to feed the chimpantree.