The Black Berrywears a Thorn in his side
But no Man heard Him cry
He offers His Berry, just the same
To Partridgeand to Boy
He sometimes holds upon the Fence
Or struggles to a Tree
Or clasps a Rock, with both His Hands
But not for Sympathy
Wetell a Hurtto cool it
This Mournerto the Sky
A little further reachesinstead
Brave Black Berry