DOWN! down! down!

Down under the tree,

See the apples falling,

As ripe as they can be.

Beautiful golden apples,

Yellow, brown, and red;

Down, down they fall in showers,

And over the green grass spread.

Come, little girls and boys,

Leave your books and play;

Help to gather the apples

No more school to-day.

Some we'll keep till winter,

Till the merry Christmas days,

When friends are met together,

Around the bright wood blaze.

So help to gather the apples,

Working while you play;

Put away the lessons

No more school today.