The tomato who wanted to grow up a pear,
Said, ‘I’ve got the right shape but my colour is red.
Oh, daddy, why can’t I be green?
It’s not fair!
And with that he stormed off with his red face to bed,
Where he dreamt what it would be to be green instead.
But it didn’t much matter at all,
for you see…
…We ate that poor pear-shaped
tomato for tea.
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