I murdered it
I cooked it up for dinner
A large frying pan
Was the place where it was tortured.
It was screaming a terrible scream
But I had no mercy for it.
I poured oil on it.
Some creamy butter sauce
I placed this poor, squealing thing upon a cutting board
I accidently dropped it
It went immediately for the door
I grabbed a knife
I flung it hard and strong
No more Mr. Asparagus.
I cooked it up for dinner
A large frying pan
Was the place where it was tortured.
It was screaming a terrible scream
But I had no mercy for it.
I poured oil on it.
Some creamy butter sauce
I placed this poor, squealing thing upon a cutting board
I accidently dropped it
It went immediately for the door
I grabbed a knife
I flung it hard and strong
No more Mr. Asparagus.