The Squeaking Strawberries

In a kitchen, bright and sunny, Sat a bowl, all gold and funny. Filled with fruits, a juicy sight, Waiting for a hungry bite.

But wait! A squeak, a tiny sound, From strawberries, plump and round! Not a whisper, soft and low, But a SQUEAK that started to GROW!

The Child peeked in, eyes wide with glee, "What's that noise I hear, you see?" The strawberries wiggled, red and bold, A secret story to unfold.

They started to sing, a silly tune, Beneath the afternoon moon. "We're squeaking strawberries, yes it's true, Singing silly songs just for you!"

They sang of socks and dancing peas, Of caterpillars sneezing with ease. Each squeak and song, a giggle bright, Filling the kitchen with pure delight.

The Child laughed hard, a joyful sound, As the squeaking songs went round and round. The Bowl vibrated, a happy hum, With squeaking strawberries, never glum!

So if you hear a squeak one day, From fruits so red in a fruity way, Don't be surprised, don't you frown, Just listen close to the sweet and noisy fruits in town!