Five Rosy Apples

Five rosy apples by the cottage door,
One tumbled off a twig and then there were four.

Four rosy apples by the cottage door,
The farmer’s wife took one and then there were three.

Three rosy apples by the cottage door,
I think I’ll have one and then there’ll be two.

Two rosy apples hanging in the sun,
You have the big one and that will leave one.

One rosy apple, soon it is gone.
The wind blew it off the branch and now there are none.