I'm out to find to get them, <br />Some fresh nuts. <br />I'm out to find to get some, <br />Those fresh nuts. <br />I'm out to find to get them. <br />A bunch of fresh nuts... <br />From under suburban skies. <br /> <br />In the cities they have crushed the best nuts. <br />And a mess was left for us to clean up. <br />But the nuts that were untouched, <br />Were given opportunities... <br />To flee. <br />And take away what they pleased... <br />To crack and snap in private. <br /> <br />I'm out to find to get them, <br />Some fresh nuts. <br />I'm out to find to get some, <br />Those fresh nuts. <br />I'm out to find to get them. <br />A bunch of fresh nuts... <br />From under suburban skies. <br /> <br />I'm out to find to get them, <br />Some fresh nuts. <br />I'm out to find to get some, <br />Those fresh nuts. <br />I'm out to find to get them. <br />A bunch of fresh nuts... <br />From under suburban skies.<br /><br />Lawrence S. Pertillar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-bunch-of-fresh-nuts/
