Ernie relaxes under an apple tree.
I assume that Anton Chekhov would hate this song/sketch because there's a hornet's nest in it and yet nobody gets stung. Nevertheless, Ernie should probably find another tree to sit under, at least for a while.
This song reminds me of a particular apple tree on my parents' property; when I was a kid I used to climb it a lot, and I spent a lot of time up there thinking, dreaming, imagining, etc.
Gladys' comment at the end about having difficulty getting up into the tree reminds me of the song about chickens in the trees.
In observance of Good Friday, I'm not doing a Bert & Ernie sketch tomorrow, but I will be posting a special Easter Sunday installment.