Hung high in a tree. I looked up at it, And it looked down at me. "Come down, please," I called. And what do you suppose? That little red apple, Dropped right on my nose! A Little Red Apple A little red apple, Hung high in a tree. I looked up at it, And it looked down at me. “Come down, please” I called. And what do you suppose? That little red apple, Dropped right on my nose!