Most fruits keep their seeds hidden away. I wear mine proudly for the world to see.

I shine, I sparkle, I glimmer and dazzle; I adorn waves and glitter and sequins and insects that skitter. I have seven whole pieces and millions of parts; I've a handful of synonyms in this very rhyme, and yet none of them fit me down to the dime.

Loud or soft with distance between Or is stolen for some kind of scheme With flashing lights or some kind of praise While the world looks on with an uncomfy gaze Whether it's for all to see or taken from you This thing really has quite the boom.

I’m long, green, and coiled up tight, I love to drink water and spit with my might. I slither around without any feet, Helping the plants survive summer's heat.

What comes from a cow who has been pampered beyond belief.