Hmmmmmm !!! Yummy
My hands are stained
With thorns I'm pained
Through the bushes stumble
Amidst the bees that bumble
The midday sun warms my back
As I wander secluded track
Nature lives before my eyes
In beating wings of butterflies
The ants are biting
Gorse and bramble fighting
I battle on my stomach churning
The sun is hot my neck is buring
Natures ways of making humble
With each pick my fingers fumble
And deep inside my belly rumble
All for the love of Backberry crumble
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