• Here I am,
    Sitting in a dish.
    My brotheren on both sides of me,
    Just waiting to be chosen.
    To some its a competion to be best,
    To others its a honor.
    But to me,
    Just a little lemon like me,
    Being looked at makes me giddy,
    Getting touched makes me feel liked,
    But being chosen,
    Thats different.
    If me, Out of all the other lemons,
    were chosen,
    I would simpley over flood with joy.
    That first bite, cut, or slice,
    Would make me die.
    But die in peace and happiness,
    I will.....