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The ice box was empty
But for one grape
So we went out on the bog
Across the swamps behind the barn
To see if we could find something to eat;
Not afraid to wade up to our hair
Because we'd done it many times before
and being born and raised out there,
We would swim when the water got too deep
then wade out on sandbars to sleep
That's after we found something to eat;
Hickory nuts and berries,
chinquapins too,
A few roots and herbs
made a mighty good stew
But that's not all. We did meet the moon,
and we heard a thin tinkling fall that made
falling drops look like pearls when they
splashed.
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