Pomona

Pomona, the world indeed is 
strawberries and cream 
Indeed with you
 in my arms,  
to dream,  a dream 

Ah,  the smell
 of roses
and in my madhatter
poses
 a tea party, 
 party party 

Ah the sweet smell 
The T of tea 
and RED berry 

So pour me a cup
of strawberry
 wine, 
Melon divine 
Quite sublime 

Pomona, the world 
indeed is 
strawberries 
and cream

...to dream 

Footnote 

Wiki 

Pomona was a goddess of fruitful abundance in ancient Roman religion and myth. Her name comes from the Latin word pomum, "fruit," specifically orchard fruit. She scorned the love of the woodland gods Silvanus and Picus, but married Vertumnus after he tricked her, disguised as an old woman.[1] Her high priest was called the flamen Pomonalis. The pruning knife was her attribute.