BUMBLEBERRIES
Your Grandpa and I should have a little get together,
Talk about berry bushes, their affect on the weather,
The burple berry especially giggles more before rain
And the blinkle bush laughs hard with ripened grain.

But bumbleberries grow well where love is found,
You can hear them giggling as you scout around,
They don’t like to be eaten raw but in a juicy pie,
I would love to taste of yours before I go and die.

Folks rave over my pie but it breaks my heart to bake,
Those happy berries in a hot oven, desert to make,
I see them on the stove top in that thick sweet juicy rue,
To put the pastry top on is always hard for me to do.

But those kind berries whisper, it’s quite alright my dear,
Just be happy while you eat us for that is why we are here.
I can hear my bushes start giggling almost time to pick,
If it’s the burple berries laughing I had better do it quick.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson 28 July 2004
Inspired by Bumbleberry Inn