The first human pulling the plough
And turning over an onion root
Decided it was a tasty fruit
On biting first the papery skin
And remarking that wasn't where to begin
They proceeded then to slice the sphere
And started crying from ear to ear
As their salty tears fell down
They wondered what they'd dragged from the ground
This hellish food that caused such pain
That made their eyelids fill with rain
And so to get revenge on it
They lit a fire and grabbed a spit
Roasted it to an inch of its life
Attacked it with a handy knife
Scooped it up and took a bite
And thought... Actually, it's alright!
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