Apple Tree

That's our apple tree
Come see our apple tree
Down at the bottom of our garden
Blossoms to apples
Apples to ground
See our apples rotting on the ground.

Daddy loved our apple tree
Our one and only apple tree.
He'd paint it at the bottom of our garden.
The blossom and apples
The apples and ground
He'd stare at the apples as they rotted on the ground.

Mummy loved our apple tree
The fruit of the apple tree
She'd watch my daddy in the garden.
The apples and branches
Branches bowing to the rope
With daddy a happy-hopping to the ground.

That's our apple tree
Come see our apple tree
Down at the bottom of our garden.
Blossoms of apples.
Three inches of flowers
So my daddy can come visit everyday again.
And see our lovely apple tree
It's blossom, fruit, and dancing bees
Merry happy colour of our garden.