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I pack the kids up, in the car
And off to the farm we go
But, it's not just your ordinary farm
Goodness gracious no
This farm grows Blueberries
You pick them yourself, by the pound
Big, yummy Blueberries
Best ones ever found
We each get a bucket
Then out to the orchard we head
Fill as many buckets you want
But the kids would rather eat them instead
"Now, come on you guys, fill up the buckets
Then at home we can make some Jelly & Pie"
Too busy, they are, eating them
And running between the bushes, I sigh
Been there for at least three hours
I picked four big buckets to the top
I think I have plenty for Pies and Jelly
Now, it's time to stop
The farmer weighs them, pay by the pound
Puts them in containers, with lids
I look at three mouths, stained with Blueberry juice
"Excuse me sir, I think you better weigh my KIDS!!!!"
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