| Once in a summertime garden lived a little apple tree
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| And the man who owned it wanted it to be picked
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| And so he sent forth to hire me
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| Well, I’ve traveled the mountains and I’ve traveled the sea
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| But a never in my traveling days
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| Have I ever seen a little apple smile at me
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| Laugh, oh laugh, laughing apple
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| Autumn is waiting, you’d better be careful
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| And it will bring you down if it ever sees you wearing a frown
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| So laugh, oh laugh, laughing apple
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| Well, all the apples were hiding
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| Frightened that they might be plucked
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| And every time that somebody passed
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| All except that one little apple ducked
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| Well, I’ve traveled the mountains and I’ve traveled the sea
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| But a never in my traveling days
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| Have I ever seen a little apple smile at me
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| Laugh, oh laugh, laughing apple
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| Autumn is waiting, you’d better be careful
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| And it will bring you down if it ever sees you wearing a frown
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| So laugh, oh laugh, laughing apple
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| Laugh, oh laugh, laughing apple
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| Autumn is waiting, you’d better be careful
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| For it will bring you down if it ever sees you wearing a frown
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| So laugh, oh laugh, laughing apple |