Freckles and Her Pickle Joy

There's a girl in my neighborhood, everybody knows her name. They call her

Freckles 'cause of the stars across her face like rain. Brown hair dancing

in the summer breeze, so wild and free. But what makes

her special? Well, you have to wait and see. Every morning at

the corner store, she's got her routine down. Reaching for that pickle jar,

the best flavor in this town. Crunchy, tangy, salty,

sweet. It's her daily dose of joy. She's been eating pickles since she

was a little girl, not a boy. Freckles, Freckles,