These peppers, they sting.

It's not quite right when they bleed.

I spot dots,

But how they are covered in lots.

These were not slashed.

Each one curls comfortably back.

These peppers, they sting.

Why can't they be a lily in the spring?

Summer is the mighty tiger who makes them frizzle out as some liar.

I spot dots,

But how they are covered in lots.

These peppers, they sting.