They say good things come in small packages, but in the Okanagan Valley of British Columbia and its continuation (with a slight spelling change), the Okanogan Valley of Washington, they come in large crates.
Boxes piled up to the sky,
A crane is needed just to try
To bring the top ones down.
The pickers work to fill the crates,
They laugh and joke among their mates,
The driver checks the tie-down straps,
Avoiding possible mishaps,
Green or gold, or maybe red,
They all taste good I’ve heard it said,
So bite me!