To A Radish
You’re red and you’re round.
I so love the sound
I hear, when I bite
Into your snowy white
Inside – sparkling like frost.
I’m not fussed if you’re washed;
I’ll quite happily snack
Just straight from the pack:
It’s done me no harm.
I’m wowed by your charm.
I so love your flavour;
You’re one of my favourites.
You’ve colour, crunch and spice.
You really are exceedingly nice!
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