Fuzzy on the outside, Juicy within, If you hate me with skin, You can eat me from a tin.

I stand in rows but never march, I wear green crowns in every arch. In spring I bloom, fauna I feed, a quiet kingdom grown from seed. People wander through my land, plucking my treasure by the hand.

I am called The King of the Jungle but do not actually live in the jungle.

I can be high or low Reveal secrets or take them away Pay close attention to me or I might leave you stranded

This monster lurks beneath the earth, with many eyes and creeping girth. It loathes the light, turns it green, and it surges with a poison mean.