Harold has a purple crayon
He drew the water, dry land
He drew the bed that he lay on
He drew the moon in the sky
A tree it was kind
He put apples in the branches
Harold draws his grand design
Harold has a purple crayon
He drew the water, dry land
He drew the bed that he lay on
He drew the moon in the sky
A tree it was kind
He put apples in the branches
Harold draws his grand design