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THE MULBERRY BOY by Goldyn Beckman Living in Brisbane Australia The Mulberry boy awoke one night And determined there to work at first light. He dreamed a dream of Mulberry heaven Then set to work at half past seven. Picking and picking each delectable fruit, Filling his containers with his precious loot. His brothers came by to help him along But could not keep up, he was much too strong. For though his fingers were aching and sore He determined by night fall he’d be done with this chore We saw him come in all purple and bright Looking as if he had been in a fight But did he stop there? Oh no not he, He started to wash what he had picked off the tree. He washed and sorted then when clean as a whistle His mom asked him if he would help cook his missiles The mulberry boy was not one to shirk He grabbed the flour and started to cook. The butter and sugar was all in its place. Then he trimmed up the top with a sweet looking lace. Into the oven went the cobbler perfection, So there was only one thing left to this operation. This he did without batting an eye Saying his grace he tucked into the pie. It was oh so golden and so very sweet. His family all thanked him for his special treat. Your tale now told sweet Mulberry boy Your dream came true, there’s no need to be coy You taught a good lesson for all to see What comes from hard work in the Mulberry tree! About Sonny Daniel my son, age 11 October 1995