Apples, Apples

francesca has come home with the sweetest rhymes from her nursery school. this is one of my new favorites.

apples, apples, what a treat

sweet and tart and good to eat

apples green and apples red,

they hang from brances overhead

and when the wind blows

our apples drop

so we can have our apple crop.*

and she loves these

little apples

from apple n amos!

*a variation on the original by helen moore