A   Little Apple Seed  (Tune:  Eensy, Weensy Spider)
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 can be
And that little apple seed grew up to be an apple tree.

Apple   Picking
(Sung to Camptown Races)
There’s a fruit we love to eat,
Apples!  Apples!
We can pick this special treat
At apple-picking time!

In the summer or in the fall,
Apples! Apples!
We can have ourselves a ball
At apple-picking time!

Chorus:
Climbing up a tree,
A basket at my side!
I pick the nicest apples
That the apple tree’s supplied!

Some are red and some are green,
Apples!  Apples!
Juiciest I’ve ever seen,
At apple-picking time!

Why pick apples?  Tell you why:
Apples!  Apples!
Applesauce   and apple pie,
At   apple-picking time!

Chorus

The Leaves on The Tree
Sung to: "The Wheels on The Bus"

The leaves on the tree are falling down,
falling down, falling down.
The leaves on the tree are falling down,
Red, yellow, orange, and brown.
The leaves on the ground go crunch, crunch, crunch
crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch.
The leaves on the ground go crunch, crunch, crunch.
All through the fall.