oh it's murder in the sprout patch

but you'd better not kill the groove, DJ...

We from the veggie-lib society would like to sing you a song and it goes:

sprout whines could be human cries
Closer comes the screaming knife
This beautiful creature must die
This beautiful creature must die
A death for no reason
And death for no reason is MURDER

And the veg you so fancifully steam
Is not succulent, tasty or kind
It's death for no reason
And death for no reason is MURDER


And the carrot that you carve with a smile
It is MURDER
And the SPROUT you festively spice
It is MURDER
Do you know how vegetables die?


Kitchen aromas aren't very homely
It's not "comforting", cheery or kind
It's sizzling sap and the unholy stench
Of MURDER


It's not "natural", "normal" or kind
The leek you so fancifully fry
The beet in your mouth
As you savour the flavour
Of MURDER


NO, NO, NO, IT'S MURDER
NO, NO, NO, IT'S MURDER
Oh ... and who cares about a vegetable's life?

p.s. I thought I'd better not whinge about dying of headache yesterday - but I'm sure I'm allowed to say that it's very nearly gone and that I'm feeling very much better, thank you.