Purple pickle’s all the rage
At Gustav’s stand of lemonades
He sells them fast so don’t be late
Or when you’ll want one they’ll all be ate
He serves them out on cardboard plates
And stores them in old wooden crates
In which they float amongst sweet grapes
That give the pickles their special taste
And if by some odd twist of fate
You’ve got no teeth, then try the paste!
Purple pickle, mashed or stewed
Fried in oil or fondued
Try them now while they’re new
For next week they might just be blue
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 8:19 PM UTC
Purple pickle’s all the rage
At Gustav’s stand of lemonades
He sells them fast so don’t be late
Or when you’ll want one they’ll all be ate
He serves them out on cardboard plates
And stores them in old wooden crates
In which they float amongst sweet grapes
That give the pickles their special taste
And if by some odd twist of fate
You’ve got no teeth, then try the paste!
Purple pickle, mashed or stewed
Fried in oil or fondued
Try them now while they’re new
For next week they might just be blue
Thanks for reading!
