The apple wanders from the living room to the dining room.
Don't chop me with a knife, chop me with a fork.
For biting an apple, I cut off a little finger.
My granny has cured me with a kiss and a cake.
The apple wanders from the living room to the dining room.
Don't chop me with a knife, chop me with a fork.
For biting an apple, I cut off a little finger.
My granny has cured me with a kiss and a cake.
🙂