An avocado like me does
Rely on bugs that fly about,
To take a shot at me, becuz
They pollinate so I can sprout
The fruit that keeps my kind around.
Yes, I make fruit that humans crave,
But as long as the bugs abound,
There's still plenty of fruit to save
The avocado from go-gone.
The bugs are not monogamous.
They pick all plants to get it on.
Avocados just ask, 'Pick us.'
Quickies by all the bugs make new
The fruit that avocados do.
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