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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