When it was time for the county fair
We would pick blackberries to sell
One dollar a gallon is what we got
Sweetest berries grew in the dell
We picked in a three gallon bucket
At times we had to carry them miles
When we got to our customers home
Our face would be covered with smiles
After we sold them the berries we had
We promised to pick them some more
Back down to that dell we would walk
Then picked until our fingers were sore
Fun we had at the fair seemed worth it
With pop corn and cotton candy to eat
We would go home without a dime left
But time at the fair just couldn’t be beat
By Acie
© 2004
Squirrel Revival by Ray Price
