Strawberry

Strawberry of the night are riper
    Than the Strawberry pluck at noon
Gather to your fairy piper
    When he pipes his magic tune:
        Merry, merry,
        Take a Strawberry;
        Mine are sounder,
        Mine are rounder,
        Mine are sweeter
        For the eater
        Under the moon.
    And you’ll be fairies soon.

In the Strawberry pluck at night,
    With the dew of summer swelling,
There’s a juice of pure delight.