Call Me Miss Carrot

My carotene heart is bursting with orangeness The zestiness inside me has created my zany urges I am ready to be harvested; can you not see my verdant roof? It is sticking out of the ground with my well rounded head. I am crazy in love with the soil, but will be eager to be plucked For I know someone will exclaim with delight at my crooked prettiness. If there was a Miss Carrot contest, I would surely win it. Self-confidence is oozing out of me into the soil as I speak. The sun is up; the two-legs will be arriving shortly. I stand up as high as I dare, feeling the warm sun Admiring my healthy attitude and my healthier ways. I can help you with your eyesight people. Do you see me? Do you?