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The Berry Hunters

Cave men were brilliant once upon a time Women not so much as history tells us Not good for hunting in the past Here's why The hunting of berries is a specialized science Not just a simple sport Females are too gentle to the touch They use an index finger and thumb together Pluck one berry at a time while at their task With a measure of indifference They refuse to use an ax Cave men hunt the berries down in packs Follow every leaf and vein they find Are serious about the bush attacks Masculine members of the tribe and supervisors Make sure the fruit stays in their place Don't lose their flavor Or escape into the night before the catch Men use large rocks and clubs behind their backs Make the berries scream for mercy Sneak up slowly to squish them dead Spear them when they least expect it Before they bring them back Men and women were hunters gatherers way back when Fruits and berries ruled the world Umm Gawa! Berries very good Poisoned ones Not very friendly Maybe cave men and women misunderstood

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