Way up high in the apple tree (reach high)

Two little apples smiled at me. (shape each hand round)

I shook that tree as hard as I could (shake)

And down came the apples (Stoop to pick up)

Mmm...were they good! (pretend to eat)

(use orange, banana, pear, plum, cherry)

Peel an apple,

When you taste it

Cut it fine,

You will find

Cook it in a pot

It's applesauce you've got.

I shook the tree, and down came the apples.

Red little, round little, sweet little apples

Oh, how good! That last little apple

From the great big, great big apple tree.

Here's a little apple tree.

Here's a basket, big and round.

I look up and I can see

Pick the apples from the ground.

Big red apples, good to eat!

Here's an apple I can see;

Shake the little apple tree.

I'll reach up. It's ripe and sweet.

See the apples fall on me.

That's the apple I will eat!

The apple tree is tall and strong (Reach hand up high)

With apples at the top. (Make apples with fists)

I shake the apple tree like this-- (Pretend to shake it)

An apple falls off---plop! (pretend one fist is apple, falling from as high as you can reach into other cupped hand)

I eat the apple--yum, yum, yum! (Pretend to hold and eat)

Until the seeds I see (Cup hands, peer inside)

And if I plant the seed, I know, (Pretend to take seeds out one at a time)

There'll be another tree! (Stretch arm up high)

Five Red Apples

Five red apples in a grocery store; (hold up 5 fingers)

Bobby ate one, and then there were four. (hold up 4 fingers)

Four red apples on an apple tree;

Susie ate one, and then there were three. (hold up 3 fingers)

Three red apples. What did Alice do?

Why, she ate one, and then there were two. (hold up 2 fingers)

Two red apples ripening in the sun.

Timmy ate one, and then there was one. (hold up 1 finger)

One red apple and now we are done;

I ate the last one and now there are none. (hold out hands, palms up)

- by Caroline Sherwin Bailey

Once upon a time there was a little boy who was tired of all his toys and tired of all his picture books and tired of all his play.

"What shall I do?" he asked his mother, And his mother, who always knew beautiful things for little boys to do, said:

"You will go on a journey and find a little red house with no doors and no windows and with a star inside."

Then the little boy's eyes grew big with wonder. "Which way shall I go?" he asked, "to find a little red house with no doors and no windows and a star inside?"

"Down the lane and past the farmer's house and over the hill," said his mother, "Come back as soon as you can and tell me all about your journey."

So the little boy put on his cap and his jacket and started out.

He had not walked very far down the lane when he came to a merry little girl dancing along in the sunshine. Her cheeks were like pink blossom petals and she was singing like a robin.

"Do you know where I shall find a little red house with no doors and no windows and a star inside?" the little boy asked her.

The little girl laughed. 'Ask my father, the farmer," she said. "Perhaps he knows.

So the little boy went on until he came to a great brown barn where the farmer kept barrels of fat potatoes and baskets of yellow squashes and golden pumpkins. The farmer himself stood in the doorway looking out over the green pastures and yellow grain fields.

"Do you know where I shall find a little red house with no doors and no windows and a star inside?" asked the little boy of the farmer.

The farmer laughed, too. "I've lived a great many years and I've never seen one," he chuckled; "but ask Granny who lives at the foot of the hill. She knows how to make molasses taffy and popcorn balls and red mittens. Perhaps she can direct you."

So the little boy went on farther still, until he came to Granny sitting in her pretty garden of herbs and marigolds. She was as wrinkled as a walnut and as smiling as the sunshine.

"Please, dear Granny," said the little boy, "Where shall I find a little red house with no doors and no windows and a star inside?"

Granny was knitting a red mitten and when she heard the little boy's question she laughed so cheerily that the wool ball rolled out of her lap and down to the little pebbly path.

"I should like to find that little house myself," she chuckled. "It would be warm when the frosty nights come and the starlight would be prettier than a candle. But ask the wind who blows about so much and listens at all the chimneys. Perhaps the wind can direct you."

So the little boy took off his cap politely to the granny and went on up the hill rather sorrowfully. He wondered if his mother, who usually knew almost everything that was to be known, had perhaps made a mistake.

The wind was coming down the hill as the little boy climbed up. As they met, the wind turned about and went along, singing, beside the little boy. It whistled in his ear and pushed him and dropped a pretty leaf into his hands.

"Oh Wind" asked the little boy, after they had gone along together quite a way. "Can you help me to find a little red house with no doors and no windows and a star inside?"

The wind cannot speak in our words, but went singing ahead of the little boy until it came to an orchard. There it climbed up in an apple tree and shook the branches. When the little boy looked down, there, at his feet, lay a great rosy apple.

The little boy picked up the apple. It was as much as his two hands could hold. It was as red as the sun had been able to paint it, and the thick brown stem stood up as straight as a chimney, but it had no doors and no windows. "Was there a star inside?"

"I wonder" thought the little boy. He took his jackknife from his pocket and cut the apple through the center. Oh how wonderful!! There, inside the apple, lay a star holding brown seeds.

So the little boy called to the wind "Thank You" and the wind whistled back, "You're welcome."

Then the little boy ran home to his mother and gave her the apple. "It is too wonderful to eat without looking at the star, isn't it?" he asked. "Yes, indeed," answered his mother.