Picnic
Gather round!
Who dares first will win the prize,
fly away with the sweetest bite,
the most crumbly crumb,
most fleshy fruit.
Gather round!
Wait till they look the other way.
There’s safety in numbers
and they’ll be feeling sleepy
from drinking the stuff in the bottles.
Gather round!
There’s enough to share.
No need to wait for them to go.
They’ll only leave the tiny morsels
and we’ll have to scavenge for them
in the grass.
All together now!
Here we go!
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