| Follow me and we'll step on stones |
| to a place just across the creek |
| where I know there are blackberries. |
| Together we'll pick them |
| 'till we've a small harvest's worth |
| of the dark black fruit. |
| Then we'll carefully ford the stream again |
| back to the opposite bank. |
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