by Mother Goose
Up in the green orchard
There is a green tree,
The finest of pippins
That you may see;
The apples are ripe,
And ready to fall,
And Robin and Richard
Shall gather them all.
from My Mother Goose: A Collection of Favorite Rhymes, Songs, and Concepts by David McPhail, 2013, Roaring Brook Press
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