the apple tree is growin'
with its blossoms all a-showin'
with the gondolas a rowin'
without knowing where th're goin'
and the fishermen reply
fish to buy, fish to fry
"tit for tat and this for that"
and soon you're sadly saving scraps
just enough for you to buy
just enough for you to fry.
dip it in a cider pail
with cinnamon and ginger ale.
give the gondalier a slice
and ask to have a ride half price
and if he says to you "no deal"
take away his daily meal.