Watermelon

Every time I cut up a watermelon for the Wildlings I am reminded of a song we learned on camp as a child.


Just plant a watermelon right on my grave
Let the juice ... Slip through
Just plant a watermelon right on my grave
That's all I ask of you.

Southern fried chicken might taste very fine
But nothing taste's better than a watermelon rind.
Just plant a watermelon right on my grave
Let the juice slip through.