Seven apples on a witches tree, With seven seeds to plant inside of me. In springtime I grew a magic song, Then skipping along, I sang the song to everyone!
I look at the world through apple eyes, And cut myself a slice of sunshine pie. I danced with the peanut butterflies, Till time came and told me to say hello but wave goodbye.
A thousand sugar stars! Oh, put them in a jar, And then whistle round the world, Oh, whistle round the world! I'm a little wolf inside a girl, you say. And off I go from June to May. Oh, whistle round the world! Yeah, whistle round the world.