The Onion
I will quickly chop one upAnd measure it in a cup
And I'll do my best to try
Not to look like I did cry
Cut an onion, it exhumes
Very strong and potent fumes
Is that it's only one flaw?
Most people don't like them raw
The onion does not sit well
It has that familiar smell
Let me use my cooking touch
Then I'll like them very much
My heart craves and my mouth sings
Of beer-battered onion rings
Sauteed onions are a thrill
On a burger from the grill
Please give the onion a break
Hating them is a mistake
In a casserole, I'll bake
Put some onions on your steak
Red and green, yellow and white
Onions taste good, have a bite
I don't care if I do cry
Dice them into a stir fry
French onion soup is a breeze
Top it off with cheddar cheese
You hate onions? Don't be silly!
On a hot dog or in chili
The onion packs quite a punch
In my dinner and my lunch
In a Denver omelet too
And on pizza, I'm not through
It's a vegetable with class
It's too bad they give me gas
I'll eat onions 'til my death
Just don't smell my onion breath
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