Gum may be the only way
To describe to someone
How the prickly pear tastes
And it may be more impossible
To convince them that the yellow blooms
And pink fruits that grow around us
Are edible
So tell them, before Texas was named,
Before the Spanish or the French,
Before the Me-Xi-Ca came
The harvest brought different peoples' tongues together
And their lips would taste gum
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