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.
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