Maybe Huckleberry Hound always sang Oh My Darling, Clementine because he too was mourning a drowned love that he's replaced with her younger sister. But we think he started to sing it when he had to give up clementines and other mandarin oranges for the rest of the year.

Old Huck would be happy to know that they're back in force at local markets, assuming he noticed from the netherworld of TV scheduling. We love the way you can easily rip off the bumpy skin to expose the juicy flesh inside. It makes us feel like Willow in the "Villains" episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

Of course, she didn't then slurp up the small pieces and revel in the sweet, tart juice. So the metaphor only sort of works.

Photos by Melissa Schneider

Oh my darling, oh my darling,
Oh my darling, Clementine!
Thou art lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine.