The other day we had a glorious day trying to pick the apples that were way up high in our apple tree so we could make a pie. A friend came over and the kids invented an apple picker, using a window washing stick, a stick, a colander, coat hanger, and tape. Then one of the boys got his baseball mits and the real fun began as they worked together to bring down the apples. I finally found the words to a poem I remember teaching my students:
Two Red Apples
Way up high, in an apple tree (raise hands over head)
Two red apples smiled at me (smile)
So I shook that tree as har-r-d as I could (Pretend to shake tree)
Down came the apples, M-m-m-m, they were good! (Rub tummy)
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