Kiwi's Tale

I am a kiwi
Here on this vine
It's only me
And my closest friends.

The farmer smiling
Walks through the rows
Quietly sings
Of the summer tolls.

One December day
With Chile's sun
Starting to say
Guys, let's pick away.

To keep us most fresh
We're loaded up
Tied down with mesh
Flown to U.S.A.

The trip will be paid
In carbon fumes
Of twice our weight
Global warmths increase.

We're off to Portland
To entertain
An open hand
For a winter treat.