Rotten Red Apples (Based on "Little Green Apples," 1968)

Rotten Red Apples (An Ed. Reformy Song of Pure Love) in the Wake of the Recent Time Article.

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Well, I wake up in the morning
With dollar signs in my eyes
And she says hi
And I hurry to the charter board
While the kids are kicked out of their school, goodbye
And she reaches out and takes my hand
And squeezes it and says "can you give more mon'*?"
And I reach across with stacks of bills that warms her heart
And I see my morning sun
And if that's not loving me
Then all I've got to say

God didn't make rotten red apples
And they don't test for six days of New York public-school classroom time
There's no such thing as Common Core
Pearsonland and Walmart store, no test review slime
God didn't make rotten red apples
And they don't test for six days of New York public-school classroom time
And when kids scores are looking low
I think about all of her dough and it eases my mind

Sometimes I call her up at home, knowing she's busy
And ask if she could get away and meet me
At some secret ed. retreat
And I know she drops what she's doing and hurry's down to meet me
And I'm always late
She sits waiting patiently and smiles Broad at my money
Because she's made that way
And if that's not loving me
Then all I've got to say

God didn't make rotten red apples
And they don't close schools across the U.S.A. when the test score comes
There's no such thing as StudentsFirst
Mister Gates or his big purse, no C.C.** guns
God didn't make rotten red apples
And they don't test four six days of New York public school classroom time
And when kids scores are looking low
I think about all of her dough and it eases my mind

*money

  **Common Core