Red berry, red berry, how about a ride?
Your life must be so boring, I shall take you on a flight.
No bramble bush, no limb of tree, no worm to test your patience
I’m here to take you soaring high, I am your liberation!
So fly with me, I’ll take you to my special hidden park
Where all my berries sit around just rotting in the dark.
At least we had some fun, you’ll say, my little ruby thing
And I’ll say “Yes, it’s good, oh my, it’s good to be the King!”