Springs Song of the Apple Tree--
Springs Song of the Apple Tree--
windy stormy cloud
apples fell far from tree
worms are crying out
pick me I’m the one
Oh!, Where are those honey bees
Birds plucking eat me
The worms eat apples
And the birds pluck up the worms
Birds plucking eat me
So many bad apples
Rotten apples fall to ground
worms are crying out
hurry up look out
that bird got an open mouth
pick me I’m the one
2/7/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2019
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