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The Apple Tree |
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The Apple Tree |
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The Apple Tree
standing up high Like a king on his throne. His crown of apples Dance in the wind for all to see. As he grows old, he plants a seed For all to see his little prince. When fall comes and takes his apples, He plans to make a new one next spring. When winter comes and leaves him poor, His crown stolen. When spring arrives he gets a new crown, More beautiful than last. When summer comes, his son is blossoming, Making a crown so bright and beautiful His little prince is growing and becoming taller To look like his father so noble and proud. |
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This page was last updated on September 26, 2006 by the KIWW Webmaster. |
