wild onions grow unchecked
on sloping banks of a creek
small compared to the field
just as potent when you eat
rats nibble them for lunch
and bite tomatoes in bunch
they get smarter against a trap
they trip it and feast on the baits
i could imagine how they do it
they work together with sticks
there's a thought 'they got away'
yes, now they're very, very thirsty
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