My mouth is watering as I look at these blackberries. You can make desserts with them, but why go to so much trouble? Just pop them into your mouth. They are SO good!

They make the best jam too.

Unfortunately, they are not the easiest berries to pick.  As much as I love to eat them, I hate to pick them.

O’ juicy black berry, the sweetest of all,

You ripen so perfectly now that it’s fall.

I reach up to pick you, but you say, “I’ll prick you!

I’ll tangle your sleeve and for help you will call.”

 

“If that doesn’t work, I will call on a friend,

A wasp or a hornet will gladly attend.

They’ll zing you and fling you, they even will sting you.

Your bullying picking time comes to an end.”

 

“If need be, I’ll call for more friends, you’ll be bit,

My thorns and the spiders will go for your mitt.

They prickle and tickle, you’ll be in a pickle,

Until you cry out, ‘That’s enough now! I quit!'”