| I love to climb an apple tree
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| Though apples green are bad for me
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| And I’ll be sick as I can be
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| It’s foolish but it’s fun
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| While wise men seek your time and space
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| And get all wrinkled in the face
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| From loafing in some shady place
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| It’s foolish but it’s fun
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| If it should ever come to pass
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| That I inherit wealth
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| I’ll eat and drink and drink and eat
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| Until I wreck my health
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| I love to ramble over lea
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| And chase the busy bumble bee
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| Though the bee may light on me
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| It’s foolish but it’s fun
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| When thunder storms put folks to rout
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| And no one dares to venture out
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| That’s when I love to slosh about
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| It’s foolish but it’s fun
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| I like to be on friendly terms
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| With pollywogs and mangle worms
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| And all the very deadly germs
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| It’s foolish but it’s fun
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| I love to sit beside a brook
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| And wait for fish to bite
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| And though they never do
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| It’s nice to think perhaps they might
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| While others climb the mountains high
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| Beneath the tree I love to lie
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| And watch the snails go whizzing by
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| It’s foolish but it’s fun
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| I want to sing, I want to waltz
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| My heart is doing somersaults
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| I love this world with all its faults
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| It’s foolish but it’s fun
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| I want to walk a garden wall
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| Especially a wall that’s tall
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| And if I fall, I fall that’s all
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| It’s foolish but it’s fun
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| I want to climb a steeple
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| And I want to ring a bell
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| So I can tell the people
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| That I like them all so well
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| The grass is green, the sky is blue
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| The cows go moo, the cuckoos coo
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| I want to be a cuckoo too
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| It’s cuckoo but it’s fun |