Answer:
The sun bakes them, The hand breaks them, The foot treads them, The mouth tastes them.
Patch upon patch, without any stitches, if you tell me this riddle, I'll give you my breeches.
I'm very tempting, so it's said, I have a shiny coat of red, and my flesh is white beneath. I smell so sweet, taste good to eat, and help to guard your teeth.
What is eaten by man, served among many, grown by many, and white as snow?
The leaves are on the fruit, the fruit is on the leaves. What is it?
By Moon or by Sun, I shall be found. Yet I am undone, if there's no light around