When life is young | ||
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BERRY-TIME
Flowers and fruits of the summer,
Can you hear us children shout,
When, over the fields and hillsides,
We seek and find you out?
Can you hear us children shout,
When, over the fields and hillsides,
We seek and find you out?
Do you hide from us ever on purpose,
And, deep in the green, keep still?
Or is it quite social and pleasant
When basket and pail we fill?
And, deep in the green, keep still?
Or is it quite social and pleasant
When basket and pail we fill?
And the bumblebees—how can you bear them?
Well, sometimes, I think it is true
They have their sharp stings for us people,
And only their velvet for you.
Well, sometimes, I think it is true
They have their sharp stings for us people,
And only their velvet for you.
When life is young | ||