Yellow leaves are dancing
Around my happyfeet.
Rows of trees are brimming
With apples, red and sweet.
Arms lift me high
To help me reach for some.
I put them in my basket...
All except for one!
(To the tune of “Itsy Bitsy Spider”)
Yellow leaves are dancing
Around my happyfeet.
Rows of trees are brimming
With apples, red and sweet.
Arms lift me high
To help me reach for some.
I put them in my basket...
All except for one!
(To the tune of “Itsy Bitsy Spider”)