The Apple tree in the garden dress
Blossomed in a white dress.
The hum of bees, the noise of labor,
Apple is in the works.
In white color and foliage,
Bees work hard, make lots of noise.
Collect honey noise,
The drone is in the plane.
Labor goes on, goes on bills,
Who gathered, who flew away.
Who came back,
Apple give you all.
Honey will give, honeycombs all,
After this work.
Apple, bring the water,
Then on the branches.
Appeared Apple kids,
And she stands in its glory.
Apples weigh everywhere,
And at the bottom and at the top.
Apples, weigh, blush,
So, soon all will be ready.
And see, apples, juicy,
And try to strength.
Chirik V.V. CENTURIES g 12:00