Sometimes inspiration is breakfast. Fresh, local strawberries are in season here. I was sort of thinking of a mix of Elvis (haven't you ever noticed some strawberries have a little cleft chin thing happening?) and Neil Diamond (Longfellow Serenade). My apologies if you now have that tune stuck in your head, it's been in mine all morning now! Not sure if the berry in the back is a backup singer or just chill-axing, as my husband calls it.