If I were an apple
And grew on a tree,
I think I’d drop down
On a nice boy like me.
I wouldn’t stay there
Giving nobody joy,
I’d fall down at once
And say, “Eat me, my boy!”
If I were an apple
And grew on a tree,
I think I’d drop down
On a nice boy like me.
I wouldn’t stay there
Giving nobody joy,
I’d fall down at once
And say, “Eat me, my boy!”