This dopey jingle starts out like one of the more mindless ecology lessons of a few years back ("" 'I care,' I said./ 'And I'll do my best.'/ 'All right,' said the tree./ 'Then I'll do the rest.'""), and it ends at a harvest feast where ""We sang and danced,/ then sang some more,/and then ate apples/ by the score."" (Somehow, the little girl's cleaning up and planting flowers round the barren old tree has caused it to bloom again, producing so many apples that the family decides to share them with a mixed bag of people and animals.) Orbach fills the house (bathtub, baby carriage, grand piano, etc.) with bright red apples, then circles a page with celebrants (hippo, camel, bunnies, kids) in merrymaking poses--but their greeting-card gaiety is scarcely more diverting than the rhyme. And so what if she appends directions for making pig figures out of apples?