I love to fist them by the fistful
Right into my mouth,

I eat ’em walking to and fro,
And east and north and south;

When one of them might roll away,
I grab at it, and bite it down,

At least for now, these berries be
The cheapest things in town.

These little eyeballs, blue blue blue,
The sweetest flavors, chomp and chew,

I ought to wash them under tap,
And eat and take a little nap,

And dream of where they’re grown…

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