"Blueberries! Blueberries for sale," the little boy hollered.
He had torn pedal-pushers and a dirty brown collar.
"Bushel's and Basket's! Perfect for pies.
Summer sweetness, made by the skies!"

Please, he thought to himself, my sister needs a doctor, a nurse,
or medicine to cure what disfigures her most.

Please buy my lovely blueberries.
I've tilled and I've toiled.
I'm sunburnt and bruised.
I hide all my tips for my little sisters health,
Father's in brothels and barrooms spending our wealth.

"Today, today only, I'll give you a deal.
Blueberries, Blueberries - Special...for sale.