Walking down the street,
Puddles forming at my feet.
Taking a big juicy bite,
Of a Georgia Peach so ripe.
Puddles forming along the edge of a Georgia street,
Soft tapping on the roof creating a soothing beat.
Droplets splattering from the trees up high,
Suddenly a rainbow arches itself across the sky.
Rain supplies a drink for something so sweet,
For the Georgia Peach we all love to eat.
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