Five rosy Apples.
Five rosy apples
By the cottage door;
One tumbled off the twig,
And then there were four.
Four rosy apples
Hanging on the tree;
The farmer's wife took one,
And then there were three.
Three rosy apples,
What shall l do?
I think l will have one,
And then there'll be two
Two rosy apples
Hanging in the sun;
You have the big one,
And that will leave one.
One rosy apple,
Soon it is gone,
The wind blew it off the branch
And now there are none.
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(Words spoken by Nicky)