It was cucumber the first; summer was over
I had just spinached a long day and i was busheled
I’m the kinda guy that works hard for his celery and i don’t mind
Telling you i was feeling a bit wilted
But i didn’t carrot all, cause, otherwise, things were vine
I try never to disparagus and i don’t sweat the truffles
I’m outstanding in my field and i know something good will turnip eventually
A bunch of things were going grape, and soon, i’d be top banana
At least, that’s my peeling
But that’s enough corn; lend me your ear and lettuce continue
After dressing, i stalked on ovеr to the grain station
I got there just in limе to catch the nine-elemon as it plowed toward the core of appleton
A lentil more than a melon-and-a-half yeast of cloveland
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Life in the slaw lane
They say plants can’t feel no pain
Life in the slaw lane
I’ve got news for you
They’re just as frail as you
No one got off at zucchini, so we continued on a rutabaga
Passing my usual stop, i got avocado
I hailed a passing yellow cabbage and told the driver to cart me off to broccolyn
I was going to meet my brother across from the eggplant where he had a job at the saffron station pumpkin gas
As soon as i saw his face, i knew he was in a yam
He told me his wife had been raisin cane, her name was peaches
A soiled but radishing beauty with huge gourds
My brother had always been a chestnut, but i could neve figured out why she picked him
He was a skinny little string bean who had always suffered from cerebral parsley
It was in our roots
Sure, we had tried to weed it out, but the problem still romained
He was used to having a tough row to how, but it irrigated me to see artichoke
And it bothered my brother to see his marriage going to seed
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Like most mapled couples, they had a lot of grilling to do
Sure, they’d sown their wild oats, but just barley if you peas
Finally, peaches had given him an ultomato, she said, “i’m hip to your chive
And you don’t stop smoking that herb, i’m gonna leaf ya for basil, ya fruit!”
He said he didn’t realize it had kumquat so far
Onion other hand, even though peaches could be the pits, i knew she’d never call the fuzz
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So i said, “hay, we’re not farm from the mushroom! let’s walk over.”
He said, “that’s a very rice place. that’s the same little bar where alfalfa my wife!”
When we got there, i pulled up a cherry and tried to produce small talk
I told him i haven’t seen olive; not since i shelled off for a trip to macadamia when i told her, “we cantaloupe.”
The time just wasn’t ripe
She knew what i mint
When we left the mushroom, we were pretty well-juiced
I told arti to say hello to the boysenberry and that i’d orange to see him another thyme
Well, it all came out in the morning peppers
Arti caught peaches that night with basil, and arti beat basil bad
Leaving him with two beautiful acres
Peaches? she was found in the garden; she’d been pruned
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Well, my little story is okra now
Maybe it’s small potatoes. me? idaho
My name? wheat. my friends call me “kernel”
And that’s life in the slaw lane
Thank you so mulch
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It’s a garden out there!
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