Soft. Fluffy. Always there. I don’t talk back, but I hear all your secrets You’ve had me since you were little Can you guess who I am?

Striped on the outside, bright red within, I’m packed with dark seeds beneath my green skin. A slice of sweet water to cool off the heat, On a hot summer day, I’m the ultimate treat.

Flaky French Hard to pronounce Easy to eat

I can be your warmth on a winter night, yet your greatest danger in a dry forest.

In days of yore, a chalice bright, dost holdeth the nectar of night. As knights doth await, their thirst to sate, for jousts or in festive delight.