I accept your apology, but the joy it brings pales into insignificance compared to the juicy red gala apple I had, even if I nearly dropped it in my lap. (Take your pick of which one you want to change)
If you can fill the unforgiving minute,
With sixty seconds worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a man my son.