Jam-tripping On A Free Path

Jam-tripping On A Free Path

By Paul McCann

I was telling everybody

hey this is how it goes ,

walking on a free path

with a jingle jangle  in my toes .

Gimmie some tunes to whistle

because I'm feeling pretty good ,

picking the wild blackberries

around the pickle wickle  wood .

There’s no rest for jam-trippers

when they’re doing the things they should

filling jam jars for city slickers

around the neighbourhood .

Finger picking berries

where the winds makes river rush’s dance

on a floor of silent footsteps

taking a ghost of a chance .

Jam-tripping on a free path there

on a Sunday afternoon ,

in pickle wickle wood whistling

a happy little  tune .

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