Little Green Apples

And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes
That warm my heart and see my morning sun
The puppy dogs and autumn leaves and the BB guns
God didn't make little green apples
Disneyland and Mother Goose is no nursery rhyme

There's no such thing as Dr. Seuss

Sometimes I call him up at work
And hurries down to meet me and I'm always late

And when myself is feelin' low
Disneyland and Mother Goose is no nursery rhyme

There's no such thing as Dr. Seuss
And he reaches out and takes my hand and squeezes it
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And ask him if he could get away and meet me
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime

God didn't make little green apples

While the kids are goin' off to school, goodbye
Says, "How you feelin', hon?"

And if that's not lovin' me then all I've got to say
I think about his face aglow to ease my mind
For a bite to eat
And if that's not lovin' me then all I've got to say

And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
But he there waitin' patiently and smiles when he first sees me
And he stumble to the breakfast table
Knowin' he's busy
God didn't make little green apples
And he drops what he's doing
There's no such think as make believe
'Cause he's made that way
God didn't make little green apples
And I look across at smilin' lips