I found this ditty on comp.sys.mac.programmer.misc by Allen Gainsford
). I thought a reposit might amuse urglers!

"Carrot Juice is Murder"

Listen up, brothers and sisters,
Come hear my desperate tale.
I speak of our friends of nature
Trapped in the dirt like a jail.

Vegetables live in oppression,
Served on our tables each night.
This killing of veggies is madness,
I say we take up the fight.

Salads are only for murderers,
Coleslaw's a fascist regime.
Don't think that they don't have feelings
Just 'cause a radish can't scream.

Refrain:

I've heard the screams of the vegetables (Scream, scream, scream)
Watching their skins being peeled (Having their insides revealed)
Grated and steamed with no mercy. (Burning off calories)
How do you think that feels? (Bet it hurts really bad.)

Carrot juice constitutes murder, (And that's a real crime.)
Greenhouses prisons for slaves. (Let my vegetables go!)
It's time to stop all this gardening. (It's dirty as hell.)
Let's call a spade a spade
(...is a spade, is a spade, is a spade, is a...)


I saw a man eating celery,
So I beat him black and blue.
If he ever touches a sprout again,
I'll bite him clean in two.

I'm a political prisoner,
Trapped in a windowless cage,
'Cause I stopped the slaughter of turnips
By killing five men in a rage.

I told the judge when he sentenced me,
"This is my finest hour!
I'd kill those farmers again
Just to save one more cauliflower."


How low as people do we dare to stoop?
Making young broccolis bleed in the soup!
Untie your beans, uncage your tomatoes,
Let potted plants free, don't mash that potato!
Wo, wo, wo...
[No, spare the spud, eat a cow instead!]


I've heard the screams of the vegetables (Scream, scream, scream)
Watching their skins being peeled. (Fates in the stir fry are
sealed)
Grated and steamed with no mercy. (You fat gourmet scum)
How do you think that feels? (Leave them out in the fields.)

Carrot juice constitutes murder, (V-8's genocide.)
Greenhouses prisons for slaves. (Yes, your compost's a grave.)
It's time to stop all this gardening. (Take up macrame.)
Let's call a spade a spade
... is a spade, is a spade, is a spade.


-by The Arrogant Worms


Steve Harris - Cheltenham - Real address steve AT netservs DOT com