Apple Picking Time
It’s apple picking time.
Let’s to the orchard go.
Rise up, my sleepyhead.
You must not move too slow.
I will grab a ladder
and put it in the truck.
You can gather our pails
to use for what we pluck.
To fill our bushels full
with apples green and red
is our goal, so hurry up
and get out of the bed.
I’ll show you, son of mine,
how apple pickin’s done,
We need to get there with
the rising of the sun.
That’s the way we did it
when Grandpa was alive.
This thing he so enjoyed
I’m eager to revive.
I saw the other day
that many apple trees
looked like they were bursting.
We’ll pluck their fruit with ease.
We’ll have a merry time,
and later you’ll know why.
Once we’re home I’ll bake you
a yummy apple pie.
Sweet and juicy apples
we can eat every day.
One a day, don’t you know,
keeps the doctor away!
Leftovers we can’t eat
as applesauce I’ll can.
I’ll make pies too for friends
and you, my little man!
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