Knock, knock, grapes from the vine
Shine a light, make a brine, that’s fine
Making wine as the grapes burst
One way to quench our thirst
Knock, knock, grapes from the vine
Shine a light, make a brine, that’s fine
The nightingales sing on the temple
On top of the apple tree as they circle
Babes in the woods, cooling by the shade
Laughing as they played and swayed
The nightingales sing on the temple
On top of the apple tree as they circle
Putting salt on the grapes, that’s a no
He’s got an afro hair, that’s a whoa
Prickly heat, well, definitely an ouch
Stand straight, don’t slouch
Putting salt on the grapes, that’s a no
He’s got an afro hair, that’s a whoa
Knock, knock are you there?
I’m here sitting on a chair
Ascend the clouds with the bird
What we said can’t be heard
Knock, knock are you there?
I’m here sitting on a chair
For: Thursday photo prompt: Knock #writephoto
