I’m a sweet little treat with a golden base, With berries and cream in a heavenly embrace. I share my name with a cartoon you may know, A world of berry adventures and friendships that grow. My layers are sweet, but my height is slight, A petite wonder, a charming delight. A treasure of sweetness, a dessert so divine, A timeless delight that makes memories shine.

I stand in fields where green waves sway, Three silver teeth that never decay. I do not eat, yet I love hay, And toss it high in bright array. I am no trident of the sea, No table fork for you or me. I serve the hands that till the land, A simple staff with iron hand. What am I

I build your frame, but I am not wood or stone. Dogs love to chew me, and I'm buried alone. I can break, I can heal, and I'm hidden within.

People keep things close to me when they don’t want to show their hands. I’m perfect for those in-between weather days. I can be puffy, argyle, or bullet-proof.

I start as a liquid, then harden my form,But I vanish completely whenever it’s warm.Shaved down and drowned in sweet syrup, I’m a treat,Or a silver-bladed highway for your skating feet.