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Pike: DREAMBERRY WINE


Let the summer sunshine trickle through your tickled toes,
And run like water through the pines.
It's the sunny summer that I love the very best;
The silly silken summer time!


They hang like jewels, dark and divine,
The hunter's friend, and the finest purple wine;
They make dreams come true, they're the forest's dearest vine:


The berries of the very friendly feathered forest fine,
The berries of the drunken summer time.
The berries of the drunken summer time.


There's no sweeter flower, there's no treasure held so dear
As their bushes and their prize.
In the whole wide forest there is not another one
Who makes dreams right before your eyes!


When Life's days are too long, and the nights grow short and grim,
And the hunt has not been fine,
Remember that the berry bushes grow to make our life more sweet,
To ease our ancient, weary minds!


They hang like jewels, dark and divine,
The hunter's friend, and the finest purple wine;
They make dreams come true, they're the forest's dearest vine.