In a little town where I belong,
there's a most accomplished fellow.
He's the leader of the village choir,
and his voice is warm and mellow.
He drives a fruit cart around the
street, and everybody knows it.
He doesn't sing or rave about his fruit,
he simply blows it.
He's doing it all day long.
It's better than any song.
Though it isn't very pretty,
you've got to admit it's cute.
So altogether, let it go.
Eat more fruit.
It's certainly come to stay
It's a treat to hear him say
Hey!
Fruits in season, plenty berries
Apples, plums,
and the old raspberries
Everything is fresh today
Every
Friday night when work is done
He never wastes a minute
To the village hall he hurries
round, where he sings just like a limit.
To hear him blow a melody,
it's great, you can't deny it.
And if you've nothing else to
do, I'd like you all to try it.
Get ready and do it now.
It's easy when you know how.
Though it isn't very pretty,
you've got to admit it's cute.
So all together, let it go.
Eat more fruit.
It's certainly come to stay.
It's a treat to hear him say.
Don't he lie so far,
me lado.
Everything is fresh today.
It certainly come to stay.
It's a treat to hear him say, hey, fruits in season, plenty berries,
apples, plums and the old raspberries.
Everything is fresh today.