• Drip, Drip, Drip
    Juice from a peach
    Is dripping on down
    To the porch steps, where i eat.

    Sticky peach hands, and sticky bare feet,
    Hop on my bike after i eat
    I ride through the meadow, i ride to the trees,
    To stretch out my hand
    And take another peach.

    I pick a few more, and squeeze alot in,
    Filling my little bike basket's brim.
    And then i ride on back home
    To start the cycle of peaches again.