Oh, I'm obsessed with the weed of the wood,
My O' my, they taste so good
Alas, my keyboard painted with flecks of green
As I type this melody of muted scene
A New Brunswick delicacy, borne from waters clear
A weed we all hold so dear.
CHORUS:
No one in Canada understands but those brave souls
Who let down their guard and eat them whole-heartedly,
Oh, the weed of the wood,> Its fruit tastes so good.
Deborah MacDonald
May 30, 2007
2 comments:
Hey Deb,this is just so wonderful,your own space, for you, and in turn for us. I am looking forward to your musings on a variety of subjects . Q did a fabulous job darling ,much love and hugs,Mary
thanks, Mary -- I hope to learn how to do this!
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