When I went up an apple tree,
All the apples fell on me.
Bake a pudding, bake a pie,
Did you ever tell a lie?
No, I never told a lie,
But I ate my mother's sweet apple pie,
With a dirty dish cloth around her knee.
When this counts out, count one, two, three,
And out goes she!
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