Apples - Children Lyrics

"What hue shall my apples be?"

Asked the little apple tree.

"That is easy to decide;

Make them green," the grasses cried.



But the crimson roses said,

"We would rather have them red,"

While the dandelions confessed

Yellow suited them the best.



When the apples all were ripe,

Many wore a yellow stripe.

Some were red and some were green,

Some were somewhere in-between.

"Quelle sera la teinte de mes pommes?"

Demanda le petit pommier.

"C'est facile à décider;

Faites-les verdir , criaient les herbes.



Mais les roses cramoisies ont dit,

"Nous préférerions les avoir rouges",

Alors que les pissenlits avouaient

Le jaune leur convenait le mieux.



Quand les pommes étaient toutes mûres,

Beaucoup portaient une bande jaune.

Certains étaient rouges et d'autres verts,

Certains étaient quelque part entre les deux.