All around the apple tree, apple tree, apple tree. All around the apple tree, on a frosty morning. This is the way we climb the ladder, climb the ladder, climb the ladder. This is the way we climb the ladder on a frosty morning. -pick the apples -wash the apples -peel the apples -cook the apples -eat the apples On a frosty morning!
Once a little apple seed Was planted in the ground. Down came the raindrops, Falling all around. Out came the big sun, Bright as bright could be. And that little apple seed grew up To be an apple tree.
Apples juicy, apples round,
On the tree or on the ground.
Apples yellow, apples red,
Apple pie and juice and bread!
Apples crunchy, apples sweet,
Apples are so good to eat!
One little, two little, three little apples,
Four little, five little, six little apples,
Seven little, eight little, nine little apples,
All fell to the ground.