I’m a bot made of strawberries, fighting crime

My berries activate, systems come online

When an evil robot’s on the run

I just pound him with my seed gun

Until the robo miscreant’s serves jail time

I’m on the trail, tired juicy servos whine

Part technological

Still biological

Against this avocado foe I’ll be fine

Oh no, my seed gun sight’s misaligned

The enemy’s seed nicks my skin

My juice trips them and then I win

Now finally I’ll take a break and unwind