The hot charcoals burn in the sweet barbecue air,
kids on beautifully weaved blankets.
Sit, eating scrumptiously juicy watermelon .
The hot dogs bursting with flavor.
Being rested in nana's homemade bun recipe.
Birds chirp classical tunes from there beaks.
Hoping to snatch some bread.
From are tasty egg salad sandwiches.
Oh I love this forth of July weekend picnic.

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