| Yes possibly, I’m wrong. |
| Quite probably, I’m wrong, BUT even if I’m wrong…
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| 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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| 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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| 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’ll never see the morning light
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| I’ll sleep all day and dance all night
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| and though I know it isn’t right
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| It’s foolish but It’s fun
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| Lots of cranky folks, object to jokes
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| and want to prove to you
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| that it’s not worthwhile to sing or smile
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| if you want to be good and true.
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| They may of course, be right.
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| Or nearly, if not quite.
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| But even if they’re right…
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| I love to climb an apple tree
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| Though apples green are bad for 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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| 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’m onna' eat, drink, laugh and be married.
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| OoOoh past the aspirin
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| I’ll never see the morning light
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| I’ll sleep all day and dance all night
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| though I know it isn’t right
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| It’s foolish but It’s fun
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| It’s foolish but It’s fun
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| OoOoh my poor feet
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| It’s foolish |