Strawberry Queen of Pretty

Wearing her time in the very most utmost delightful way The Strawberry Queen of Pretty had a whole lot to say She was showing off her nakedness, dancing in my dreams. I wanted to join her, with my whistles and my poetic streams. She was a pretty one, this Strawberry Queen of Pretty and mirth. I had never been this proud of myself; or my suit of birth. She pranced around with happiness, exuding joy in every way. The mantle clock joined her, and began to chime and bray. The music they created was unique, delicate and pretty. They threw out jokes too, and they were both insanely witty. The strawberry vine got jealous, and tried to break them up But it could not be done after they won the dancing golden cup.