Who had a pickle garden. She watered, weeded, and fertilized, Till they got big and hardened. Then she would harvest them, And hoard them all herself. She put them in the icebox, And in jars upon the shelf. She would not share a single one, But don’t think she is mean. She uses them till they wear out, Cause she’s the “Pickle Queen.” Beret |
There once was a picky pickle Queen, Who selected cukes that were extra lean, She worked in the garden by day, Throwing the short, fat ones away, Pickling only the ones that were long and green. Graywolf |
