My kale adores your amaranth;
my beets revere your beans;
my squash prefers your ginger root
but flirts with collard greens.
The passion of radicchio
is such you'd never guess
for it would give its very life
for love of watercress.
And in the cellar, near the wine,
although they lack the lips,
potatoes find a way to kiss
that fills the world with chips.
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