In garden full of vegetation
On summer day
Just filled with joy
Were fruits on bushes
Soft and sweet
And little courage boy
So went he through
To find this juice
This pleasure of the taste
Red berries delicate in touch
And in the smack so good
Their flavour was like honey
And gentle fine their feel
That he wants more and go inside
The shrub on which
They ripe as meal
But oh! He's inside
And around are only branches
Where's fruit? It's gone!
And he's trapped with greenary fences
Can't move. Because of thorns
That sting and tear the skin
That hurts! That bramble!
Please mommy help! You hear
His fearful loudly voice
Dear son, be careful
With all the goods which given
They might be pleasant at first sight
But then can cause you shiver
So sweet the instant, but the next
It's gone, leave only pain
And always reconsider
Of what you lose and gain
Raspberry as a fruit
Rise from a spiky thing
It is example that you need
To show you what you feel
In life there's joy
And very pleasing moments
But on the other side is pain
Which's likely soul's component
