I told the cabbage
You're ahead of your class
As for you lettuce
You're all head and no *ss
Onions have gators crying
No, those are crocodile tears
And those grapes are still wining
Because Barack is not here
Hey Mr. Tomato,
I know that you're a fruit
You say Caitlyn Jenner
You're still my hero Bruce
Some will say a veggie,
But that I will dispute
There's a Bush named Reggie
The one, Kim gave the boot
My back against the wall
I'm about to go walnuts
They say, one bad apple
Will ruin the whole bunch
Let the blessings trickle
On this newcomer
Now I'm in a pickle
Like the cucumber
A flower in the sun
Call me a sunflower
Not hidden from the sun
Like a cauliflower
I asked the corn
Can you not hear
Then what's the point
Of having ears......
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