Cherry Picking Time Poem by Dorsey Baker

Baby I want to be a
cherry picker
picking cherries
when they turn ripe
Baby I just want to
be a cherry picker
pick some sweet
cherries for my cherry pie
Baby I've got a good eye
move like a butterfly
Baby I'm just picking
some cherries
for my cherry pie
Baby I aint in no hurry
I'm going to wait
until they get ripe
when all those cherries
turn ripe
so sweet
they will be
and so beautiful
for your eyes to see!