My Nice Red Rosy Apple
My nice red rosy apple
Has a secret unsee,
You'd see if you could slip inside,
Five rooms so neat and clean.
In Each Room there are living
Two pips so black and bright,
Asleep they are and dreaming
Of lovely warm sunlight.
And sometimes they are dreaming
of many things to be,
How soon they will be haning
Upon the Christmas Tree.