Up and down, and round about, This is the way the sunbeams go! * See preface. This is the way the shadows flee, From the corners, don't you see? Racing and chasing o'er the floor, Till they reach the open door; Till they reach the open door, Racing and chasing o'er the floor, From the corners, don't you see? This is the way the shadows flee! The farmer picks his apples now. And apples to dry; And apples for pie. Red apples, yellow apples, sweet apples, sour apples apples big and apples small! All are ready to harvest. |