


Circletime Songs
Here is an apple tree
with leaves so green,
here are the apples
that hang between,
when the wind blows
the apples will fall,
here is a basket
to gather them all.
A little red apple
hung high in a tree
I looked upat it
and it looked down at me
"come down please" I called
and what do you suppose?
that little red apple
fell right on my nose
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