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BERRY PICKING
HOW LONG THE DAYS OF SUMMER,
WHEN I WAS JUST A KID
WITH BERRY PAIL IN HAND,
THIS IS WHAT WE DID.
WE'D PILE INTO THE OLD SEDAN
GO OFF AN OLD LOGGING ROAD IN THE WOOD
AND PICKED BLACKBERRIES BY THE HOUR,
THEY TASTED SO DARN GOOD.
WITH ARMS COVERED BECAUSE OF THE THORNS
THE WALK IN THE HARD WOODS WAS FUN
UNTIL THE TIME WE MET A BEAR ON THE ROAD
AND FOUND OUT HOW FAST WE COULD RUN!
TO THIS DAY WHEN I SEE BERRIES IN THE STORE,
I RECALL THAT DAY,LONG AGO.
I'M REALLY GLAD THAT WE RAN SO FAST
AND THAT LAZY OLD BEAR WAS SO SLOW.
Copyright © Shirley Sasek
1937
WHEN I WAS JUST A KID
WITH BERRY PAIL IN HAND,
THIS IS WHAT WE DID.
WE'D PILE INTO THE OLD SEDAN
GO OFF AN OLD LOGGING ROAD IN THE WOOD
AND PICKED BLACKBERRIES BY THE HOUR,
THEY TASTED SO DARN GOOD.
WITH ARMS COVERED BECAUSE OF THE THORNS
THE WALK IN THE HARD WOODS WAS FUN
UNTIL THE TIME WE MET A BEAR ON THE ROAD
AND FOUND OUT HOW FAST WE COULD RUN!
TO THIS DAY WHEN I SEE BERRIES IN THE STORE,
I RECALL THAT DAY,LONG AGO.
I'M REALLY GLAD THAT WE RAN SO FAST
AND THAT LAZY OLD BEAR WAS SO SLOW.
Copyright © Shirley Sasek
1937
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