Walking through the country
My best friend at my side
We met a group of students
Their faces shining with pride.
They were off to gather blackberries
Vegetables and strawberries,
To take to the nearby retail store
Down by the sandy shore.
This was their summer employment
And picking fruit was sheer enjoyment
My friend and I were overcome...
The job paid well, a tidy sum.
A pleasant way to earn their pay
And oh my, what a beautiful day.
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