Pick a Pear

I went to the orchard to pick a pear. I picked another so I’d have a pair. But now their skins I’d have to pare. One was all I had gone there for but soon I had a basket with four. For room, I moved them to the fore. It got late and I had quite the load. The hens roosted and the cattle lowed. As I was leaving, I hit the Mother lode! Well, now I had enough pears to sell. Maybe I could even have a pear sale or send them overseas by para sail. Okay, I’m finished with my tall tale. Oh, and about your day, please do tell! I’m outta here – I’m draggin’ my tail.