And I stumble to the breakfast table
There's no such think as make believe
Says, "How you feelin', hon?"
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
But she sits waitin' patiently and smiles when she first sees me
And grab a bite to eat
God didn't make little green apples
I think about her face aglow and ease my mind
God didn't make little green apples
The puppy dogs and autumn leaves and the BB guns
And when myself is feeling low
And I look across at smilin' lips
And hurries down to meet me and I'm always late
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
God didn't make little green apples
I think about her face aglow to ease my mind
'Cause she's made that way
Disneyland and Mother Goose is no nursery rhyme
And she drops what she's doing
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And when myself is feelin' low
And she reaches out and takes my hand and squeezes it
While the kids are goin' off to school, goodbye
And if that's not lovin' me then all I've got to say
Sometimes I call her up at home knowin' she's busy
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes
And ask her if she could get away and meet me
And if that's not lovin' me then all I've got to say
There's no such thing as Doctor Suess
God didn't make little green apples
That warm my heart and see my morning sun
