A flamingo once asked how many of these you have to eat before you make your skin turn pink. Eat too much and you'll get sick. These are pretty rich.

I have one foot, that's all I need, My secrets won't Be easily freed

I've been called selfish, A hackman, And wilder But you wouldn't be you without me

I might me made of rubber, I might be made of goo, I might be made of skin and bones and organs, just like you. Close it up, lock it tight, make sure none can get in. We’ll be back soon, I can not miss, Kiss from a Rose again!

In clusters I gather, a midnight hue, Sweet and tart, a summer's brew. On pancakes I rest, a morning's delight, In pies, I nest, a baker's flight.