There is an apple tree,
Standing 25 feet tall,
Its red apples are rotten,
I watch them as they fall.

The flesh turns a mushy brown,
The smell is sickly sweet,
The bugs love these apples,
I watch them as they eat.

This old tree is half dead,
The bark crumbles to dust,
It's stuck with broken nails,
I watch them as they rust.

There was an apple tree,
With a sad story to tell,
But it can't now, it's gone,
I watched it as it fell.