I wish I were an eggplant,
to hear the garden rant.
I don't want to be a carrot, hidden underground, I couldn't see the cabbage then, or take a look around!
If I were an ear of corn I'd listen to the early morn, the gossip of tomatoes,
talking about potatoes.
So big and purple I shall be, with flowers for the honey bee.
I'll grow and hear the garden rant,
so happy then, to be an eggplant!
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