Seven apples on a whitch's 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 looked at the world through apple eyes,
And cut myself a slice of sunshine pie,
I danced with thte penut butterflys,
Till time went and told me to say hello but wave goodbye,
A thousand sugar stars,
(A thousand sugar stars)
Oh put them in a jar,
And then whistle around 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 whistling round the world,
Let's whistle round the world!