Little green apples and I

Many, many years ago Mother Anne came to visit me in Sweden. She brought me a music box. This afternoon, I wound it up and played it, watching the two children atop the box as they rose and fell and rose again on a seasaw, to the tune of...? I remembered that the song had something to do with apples and Indianapolis - because Mother Anne had hummed the refrain for me - but I had no idea what the song was actually about. I found the lyrics today:

And I wake up in the mornin'
With my hair down in my eyes and she says "Hi" 
And I stumble to the breakfast table 
While the kids are goin' off to schoolgoodbye 
And she reaches out 'n' takes my hand 
And squeezes it 'n' says "How ya feelin', hon?" 
And I look across at smilin' lips 
That warm my heart and see my mornin' sun 

And if that's not lovin' me 
Then all I've got to say 
God didn't make little green apples 
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime 
And there's no such thing as Doctor Seuss 
Or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no nursery rhyme 
God didn't make little green apples 
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime 
And when my self is feelin' low 
I think about her face aglow and ease my mind 

Sometimes I call her up at home knowin' she's busy 
And ask her if she could get away and meet me 
And maybe we could grab a bite to eat 
And she drops what she's doin' and she hurries down to meet me 
And I'm always late 
But she sits waitin' patiently and smiles when she first sees me 
'cause she's made that way 

And if that ain't lovin' me 
Then all I've got to say 
God didn't make little green apples 
And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes 
And there's no such thing as make-believe 
Puppy dogs, autumn leaves 'n' BB guns 

FADE 

God didn't make little green apples 
And it don't rain in Indianapolis

Lyrics by Bobby Russell.
Recorded by Roger Miller (1968).