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In the blush of summer's early bloom,
A young berry girl is in her room.
In summer's early days, you see,
This berry being grumpy as she can be.

The heat, it makes her mood decline,
But juicy berries, she can't define.
She complains, but she knows the deal,
Heat makes her berries a tasty appeal!

So, she winks at the grumpy mood,
Embraces the heat, though it's rude.
Because, without its fiery touch,
Her berries won't be juicy, but just a mush.

In summer's game, she finds delight,
Giggling, dancing, in the sun so bright.
For grumpy or not, she understands,
Heat makes her berries sweet and grand!

Underneath the scorching sun's relentless glare,
The berries ripen, juicy and fair.
For without the heat, her berries would fall,
No longer plump, beautiful, or tall.

She sulks and stomps, her temper flares,
Yet secretly, she knows she cares.
Summer's heat may be a burdensome weight,
But brings the juiciest berries, what a fate!

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