Persimmon, eh? One of our traditional mummer's plays in Warwickshire ends with a version of Old Bob Ridley which includes the following verse:

A possum sat in a cinnamon tree
Looking cunning down on me
I picked up a stick all on the sly
And I hit him - ZIP - right in the eye.

Looks like we Yookers have mondegreened persimmon into something more familiar.