I remember those berry pickin’ days.
With little baskets we'd be on our way.
Holding hands, we giggled and laughed.
Quickly walking the old cow path.
Down to the woods
Where the berries grew thick,
Though the cows were out;
It was worth the risk.
The berries were sweet
And so very tasty.
Now to fill our baskets
We needed to be hasty.
Then all of a sudden and scared out of our wits
A cow had jumped over the bush where we picked!
We dropped our baskets and climbed up a tree
I lost my left shoe and skinned up my knee.
Screaming loudly; Help was the plea.
The cows were near by and acting frisky.
Then a nice older man who carried a stick.
Chased away the cows but our fun had been licked.
That was the last time we picked berries there.
The birds can have them - see if I care!
