…with Tab-i-tha
up on her step stool.
(Twenty four pounds – yay!)
Kerry Ann kept up the pace
We each filled a whole bin
Though it wasn’t a race.

Red Cherries, you’re not that sweet
You’re rather deliciously sour
Oh Red Cherries, I’m swishing the bees
I’m shaking the trees for some more
a few more

Wo-oh-ooooh-oh,
Wo-oh-oh-oh-oh

(Pick them off!
Pick them off!)

Oh Red Cherries
You’re needed for beer
I hear a pint glass, yeah it’s calling
Oh Red Cherries
A Snow and a Stout
My pretty red cherries for brewing

Wo-oh-ooooh-oh,
Wo-oh-oh-oh-oh
Wo-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh…