Two little apples
Hanging on a tree. (The grand-neighbors have their arms up, and hands clenched in fists, as they sing this apple song to me)
Two little apples
Smiling at me. (Now they're looking at their hands and smiling)
I shook that tree
As hard as I could. (Oh my, my. They're shaking their arms and bodies now. Oops, careful there. Oh my gosh -this isn't pretty. Someone needs help here I think)
Down came the apples
Mmm, mmm good! (There goes the arms, sweeping down to the floor. Good Lord, they are both rubbing their tummies now. I'm smiling because I don't want to hurt their feelings, but this is quite pathetic.)
I hope my mother and father get out of work soon. This kind of "whateveryoucallit" is really exhausting.
