It’ll turn your block pride, from Shag to Berber. You’ll see me most places, for I spread with heart and fervor. There’s diamonds in it’s sea of threes, sought by it’s observers. A club silhouette with spaded leaves, Just flip the spade on over.

I huffed and I puffed at a house made of straw, ate the piggy and made quite a show. Then I went to a house made of sticks... the second piggy was a quick fix. So then I went to a house made of brick, but found that this piggy was clever and quick. I climbed down the chimney but before I knew, I landed in a pot and became feline stew.

I’m tapped from trees, then heat refined, to stretch and snap yet not unwind.

I barge where I please, I don't give in Striped, stubborn, rage under my skin

I never grow old and I never decay, I was even found where the pharaohs once lay. A term of endearment your sweetheart might say, made by small gatherers that work hard all day. I'm stored in waxy hexagons, perfectly aligned, a geometric treasure that’s one of a kind.