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!