The strawberry moon is rising
In crème brulee the quill writes the
hereby tale
The strawberry moon is rising
For a dame blanche is the poem as I
raise a cup of ale
The strawberry moon is rising
In burlesque its pink pulp exposes
The strawberry moon is rising
In a land where grow the kinky roses
The strawberry moon is rising
An the chocolate rivers flow wild
The strawberry moon is rising
Coconut flakes fall tender and mild
The strawberry moon is rising
As the tiramisu volcanoes erupt in
milky laces
The strawberry moon is rising
And candy bar trees blossom with marshmallow
apples
The strawberry moon is rising
The gingerbread ladies play poker for
a rum ball
The strawberry moon is rising
Ice cream and ethereal jiggles await
all
The strawberry moon is rising
Éclair vehicles are secluded in
textures
The strawberry moon is rising
Mille-feuilles are ending the sweet adventures
The strawberry moon is rising
Cause fortune cookies tell never a
lie
The strawberry moon is rising
The rose goes away now to devour
pudding and pie
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