Five rosy apples
By the cottage door;
One tumbled off the twig,
And then there were four.
Four rosy apples
Hanging on the tree;
The farmer's wife took one,
And then there were three.
Three rosy apples
What shall I do?
I think I will have one,
And then there'll be two.
Two rosy apples
Hanging in the sun;
You have the big one
And that will leave one.
One rosy apple
Soon it is gone;
The wind blew it off the branch,
And now there are none.
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