Leave Me With My Peanut Butter

Parsnips say I, oh please try them, do, For Parsnips are so good for you! But no, you just won’t try them, will you. Instead, you stomp and cry and stew. You’d rather waste your time with lettuce. Fine for you, but please don’t tell us, That what we need is more brown rice. I think you’re just not very nice. So off I go to eat with Martin. He loves his pintos and just keeps fartin’ For taste is simply a personal matter So, instead, I’ll just throw my parsnips at her. Your lettuce wilts and rice gets sticky. Oh, my, the food you like is icky. So here I sit alone to stutter… Please go and leave me with my peanut butter! Or even my nice sweet chocolate bar. To get it I would travel far, Beyond the endless bars of salad. So ends this trite but tasty ballad.