I foam up when you rub my head, I wash away what oily threads led. I come in bottles, clear or brightly hued, And leave your scalp completely renewed.

Whether weighing peaches, people, or the choices that we make, I’m trusted with the answer, however much’s at stake.

Dances without legs, leaps without feet Breaks through the dark and gives off heat Feed and it will grow, but it'll die if you blow

Soap and suds foam everywhere, I'm specially formulated for hair, With fragrances from musk to sweet, I keep your head clean and neat

You can pop this stone fruit on top of a cake, or if you're clever you can tie the stem in a knot with your tongue