In the garden's clutch, a prickly plight, where roses bloom with a hidden bite.

Hidden beneath leaves, an armored traveler scuttles by. With nature's shield on its back, it dances on the earth's stage without a sound, just like the old tales of knights and steeds, moving in secret.

Billy was one, which made six, and made geography harder to learn. Salty, not sweet, I need some work before you drink.

A multitude of droplets form a falling wall of light. Water and sun work together to create an incredible sight.

I grow from a vine upon the ground and can be square, oval, and also round. My skin is green, my flesh is pink, my juice can make a delicious drink. I'm best in the summer so don't delay, got to the store and have some today.