Ode to Jeepin' Jelly

Searching in my pantry
I spied a tiny jar
the label said "Jeepin' jelly"
the jar had traveled far

I pried off the top
the purple goodness gleamed
the toaster went pop
the warm bagel steamed

Upon my bagel halves
I spread the jelly thick
This tiny little jar
would probably be eaten quick

I bit into the toast
the flavor hit my mouth
sweet and tart berries
had traveled way far south

To enhance my boring breakfast
with wildness and bears
and memories of Mom's vacation
in Alaska without cares.

Later I learned that my mother did not get the berries from Alaska. They came from the Feather River valley in California. But there were bears there!