The Golden One
My father always told me “Onion bagels grow on trees”
And so I spent my school-age years amassing expertise
So I could scour the continents and sail the seven seas
Searching for the only plant that would my soul appease
As time elapsed the hope I had was pushed aside by doubt For I’d found nothing even though I’d traveled all about And so I grabbed my father and irately I did shout He said “I meant to say they don’t – did I leave that word out?”
As time elapsed the hope I had was pushed aside by doubt For I’d found nothing even though I’d traveled all about And so I grabbed my father and irately I did shout He said “I meant to say they don’t – did I leave that word out?”
