Tomato Song

One, two, three, four

I used to be firm and shiny and round

Until a new mode for me was found

They squished me and poured me into a pail

And decided to call me a tomato cartel

Now people slurp me through a straw

Instead of nibbling at me like before

Mix me with vodka and call me Bloody Mary

Mix me with hot sauce and I get pretty scary

But I still use my maiden name

'Cause when it comes right down to it, I'm still the same

So if you want me for some celebrating flavor

Just ask the waiter for the little tomato