The Strawberry Farm

He was taking a stroll,
in the strawberry farm,
It never occurred to him,
that a strawberry could do any harm,
O brother, it had cast,
such a spell,
and when it broke,
he found himself in hell,
so attractive and bright,
but full of venom inside,
and he was so shattered,
he contemplated suicide,
but a strawberry was,
not worth his life,
Life is precious,
and strawberries rife,
and my dear friend,
this you must reckon,
when strawberries are gone,
better things beckon.