We've picked and pickled, scalded, blanched and boiled,
Till every corner of the freezer's crammed;
Throughout the Autumn all the workers toiled,
Now jars and draws and boxes are all rammed.
There is a limit on what we can eat,
Our favourite foods quickly lose their appeal;
The crumble and the pie that were a treat,
Are not the same served after every meal.
But we go on and empty all the shelves,
Then other seasons bring a different crop;
We're happy that we had the chance to share,
Now that it's gone can we go out and shop ?
