Cider is being made today.
Because the apple juice is about to appear.
It was dark, spooky and cold.
To scare away bad spirits.
I'm juicy and red, shiny.
It was a good night at the wassail.
All the grown up's drinking tea.
I promise now I give up.
Drunk old Robin flying around.
To go on a diet.
Too much cider is bad for you.
Apple apple are you ripe ?
Apple apple are you fresh ?
Can I turn you into juice ?
Put the cider round the tree.
Where has all the blossom gone ?
When autumn come the apples will start to fall.
Wassail Wassail Let's go Here here.