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Please understand it’s cooking time We buy some spuds, we get some thyme And veggies too are on our list Of different kinds they do consist: Some are from the corner shop Others from our farmer’s crop. And then there are the onions With various shapes and stripes, The one is small, a bite The other’s large and light, This one, its white is true This other’s red and blue. And try we do to reach the core Bring hidden depths up to the fore By peeling back the outer skin And go through every layer. Our task we soon must stop 'Cause tears begin to drop Perhaps we’ll leave it be For we begin to see The onions have no middle piece Just rings and rings which never cease. And then we think we do not mind, Take all those in we might still find: Scallion, leek and shallot Cut and peel, put in the pot. And after all adopt the view That every one fits in our stew.
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