The Berry Tree

Eyes of the wicked
All set on me
Cowering near
A berry tree
Fruit fell, one fell
On top of me
Upon my stay
At the berry tree
I scrambled up
They followed me
Trying to hide
On a berry tree
The branches broke
None fell but me
I hit the ground
Near the berry tree
Who died that night?
Just one, just me
I killed myself
At the berry tree
Evil walked off
Just leaving me
My cold, cold body
At the berry tree
Then I sat up
Oh, tricky me
And ran away
From the berry tree





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