Poem

Two Funny, Little Red Apples

Two funny, little red apples

Fell from a tree one day.

Both small apples rolled and rolled

Till they got far away.

 

They rolled into a big, green yard,

Right past three white dogs.

They rolled right past a cold, blue lake,

 And over four brown logs.

 

They didn’t stop. They kept on going,

Fast as a speeding train.

Until they felt some small, wet drops

Fall from the dark sky as rain.

 

They rolled into a pretty, new house,

Where a kind lady made them dry.

Then she put the two clean, red

apples Into her apple pie!