A berry of blue, almost a purple hue;

The color of royalty, wisdom, and light.

Sweet or sour, it might be a gamble,

Will you Roll the dice? 

Neither are a loss.

You grow not in pure dirt, 

not in hard soil,

But in sandy mounds.

You grow where no sweet plant would grow.

You don’t grow tall, like a banana tree,

Your fruit falls off cleanly, not a knife to be seen.

A sour berry is notable,

But in a package that size, 

it’s a burst of flavor.

You won’t know what hit you, 

Because,

Right after the sour,

Here comes the sweet.

Like a squirt of lemon on chicken;

You add zest to our life when we need it most,

And calm it down right after that.