Baby Dill

Whilst walking down the street one day, I saw upon the drain, A little green dill pickle, That was beaten by the rain. I picked it up and took it, To my house upon the hill. I placed it in a tiny bed. I named it, Baby Dill. I nursed it back to bright green health. Its flesh was plump and firm. Whenever I would touch it, I'm sure I saw it squirm. One day when I noticed, My babies wrinkly skin. I grabbed a jar of pickle juice, And I promptly threw it in. Within a couple of hours, I thought I'd better check. My baby dill was missing. I was just a wreck. That's when I saw my brother, He was sitting in his chair. Eating my dill pickle. As if he didn't care. This was the hardest lesson, I've ever had to learn. Now I can't eat pickles. They make my stomach turn.