Behold My Plums

Behold my plums, a royal display. Shimmer and shine in a dazzling way. Non-believers drop

their disguise, Christmas trees light up in their eyes. Oh,

behold, behold my plums, golden glow where the magic comes. Oh,

behold, behold my plums, I bend and grin while the whole world comes.

A wicked grin, a devilish plan, the crowd can look, but they can't withstand. I hold them high,

a triumphant pose, like a garden where temptation grows. Oh, behold,

behold my plums, glorious weight where the power drums. Oh,

behold, behold my plums, a fruit so fine that the heart succumbs. Do you feel it now,