The+Apple+Tree

=Grandpa's Apple Tree= (Sing to the tune of Grandma's Feather Bed by John Denver)

When I was a little bitty girl just a few feet tall, we used to go to Grandpa's house every weekend or so. We'd have chicken noodles and mashed potatoes and sugar cookies shaped like rabbits, but the best darn thing about Grandpa's house was his great big apple tree! It reached the sky with branches wide and called for kids to play. It was filled with apples large and small with only a couple of worms. It'd hold two sisters, a couple cousins and the kitty that was scared by the dogs. We fell out a few times, but we had a lot of fun in Grandpa's apple tree.