Went with the kids to the blueberry farm,
Everyone ready to pick.
Armed with a bucket, we wandered the rows
But somehow our luck ran out quick.
For nary a berry on nary a bush,
Except some real tiny and tart.
The kids pulled a few, they went plunk in the pail;
We were off to a not-so-great start.
The season is ending this weekend, we heard;
I guess that explains our dumb luck.
We'll settle for strawberries that, in the store,
We managed, when shopping, to pluck.
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