Pigberries, pigberriesm here and there,
pigberries, pigberries, EVERYWHERE!
I attack them with a broom and shovel,
They make my house look like a hovel!
As fast as I clean, they just come right back!
As far as I'm concerned, I'm under attack!
They only have one use, and it's sublime -
Around the borders of my property,
they're better than a 'No Trespassing' sign!
Pigberries keep teenages from camping down my hill,
It's a relief to me and quite a thrill...
I must now go and clean some more...
Maybe I should open a pigberry store!
A Poem by Lea and her Motley Crew