I shall eat red cherries
on the morning that you'll die
The first I'll mix with bitter herbs
and watch your faint light passing
The last I'll join with my own blood
and drain to everlasting
* Although the six lines above can of course be read as a poem, they also can be sung like a light-hearted Celtic folk song, followed by a hummed refrain of the reader's choosing, and repeated as many times as desired. A sing-a-long usually increases the experience.
