Strings of me are what girls want.
White, pure, and ound.
Though as I lay upon your neck,
I never utter a sound.
I come in many sizes,
Pulled away from the sea.
From an oyster shell to a jeweler,
I am set out in the light to gleam.
A lady walks by and sees me,
At that moment I know I caught her eye.
She clasps me around her neck, and looks.
As she smiles at me and says, "These are mine"