Song:

He couldn't move from where he was. They called it a "fruit basket". He used to fly. As long as he held on to his branches, wind was his friend. But the greater tragedy was fate - A system of this world which grants balance to nature. He was ripped away from his bunch and now only a few remained with him. His existence was sold. He was handed around until all he could do - all that was in his power - was to just lie here, waiting to be eaten by the more civilized of animal species. Cuz he a banana.

Literally.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=LH5ay10RTGY