red berries
red berries picked in the forest
red berries
for sweet tart
MeMe is going to bake for us
red berries
red berries
sticky sweet juice on our tongues
red berries we sing
as we frolic along like Red Riding Hood-
but not afraid of wolves
MeMe chanted for us
the song of the wolf brothers
howling beneath a bright moon sky
red berries
red berries we sing
hoping the wolves will come
"They are shy creatures,"
MeMe told
but we want to brush their rough fur soft
pick ticks from the scruff of the ruff of their necks
and rumple in tall golden meadow grasses
like puppies-
red berries
red berries
Sally gathers a nosegay
of wild primrose
sweet pea lupine autumn leaves
for MeMe
who sends us into the forest
to pick red berries
red berries
She's going to bake us a tart.
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