Nourishing Neighbors

There was a fruit seller named Schaber And she was a peculiar neighbor With kids named Cherry Apple and Blueberry Who were all the fruits of her labor Well sometimes she would drop by And have a weird look in her eye But that made us wary With kids named berry When she offered us homemade pie Then one day moved in butcher Pete Who named his kids after meat Like T-bone and Chuck Porky and Buck So at picnics no one would eat