Does the onion start crying

When you peel off his skin?

Do the screams of the bell peppers ring

Echoing in the oven as they're cooking?

Does the carrot watch in shock

As you uproot his next of kin?

Did the lode at Comstock

Shudder when your miners dug in?

Does the tomato wince

When you pluck him from the vine?

It’s been a long time since

I was the fool who called you mine

Maybe I just wanted a partner

Who wouldn’t drive me insane

So I could tell the old mine (and the vegetables)

That love doesn’t have to be pain