Jumping Cholla

Oh the wintertime is coming

And the cacti sharply blooming

And the wild jumping cholla

Grows around the fairy duster

Will ye go, madam go?

And we’ll all go together

To not pluck jumping cholla

All around the palo verde

Will ye go, madam go?

I will build my love a tower

Near dry and barren fountain

And on it I will pile

All the garnets of the mountain

Will ye go, madam go?

And we’ll all go together

To not pluck jumping cholla

All around the palo verde

Will ye go, madam go?

If my true love she were gone

I would surely find another

To not pluck jumping cholla

All around the palo verde

Will ye go, madam go?

And we’ll all go together

To not pluck jumping cholla

All around the palo verde

Will ye go, madam go?

Let us go, madam, go?

Originally posted at stories.starmind.org.

Mountain

Never understood why there wasn’t more skiing in Arizona.

Originally posted at stories.starmind.org.