Everbody says 

I look just like my mother.

Everybody says

I’m the image of Aunt Bee.

Everybody says

My nose is like my father’s

But I want to look like me!!

(Are you sleeping)

I’m Mrs. Otten

I’m Mrs. Otten

That’s my name

That’s my name

Tell me what your name is

Tell me what your name is

Be my friend

Be my friend.

5 little apples lying on the floor,

I’ll roll one to you and that leaves 4.

4 little apples hanging on a tree,

I’ll pick one and that leaves 3.

3 little apples I know not what to do,

I’ll put one in my pocket and that leaves 2.

2 little apples sitting in the sun,

I’ll pick one up and that leaves 1.

1 little apple waiting in my lunch,

I’ll eat it up with a crunch, crunch, crunch.

Fingers to snap, hands to clap, toes to wiggle, or tap tap tap.

Eyes to open, eyes to close, whiffer sniffer that’s my nose.

Legs to run, arms to swing, ears to hear, and a voice to sing.

All my parts as you can see fit together to make ME!

Skinnamarink a dink a dink

Skinamarink a do

I love you

(repeat)

I love you in the morning, and in the afternoon.

I love you in the evening,

underneath the moon.

(repeat chorus)