I’m sweet and sour,
And no I’m not Chinese.
I can be purple and I can be green,
And sometimes I have seeds.
I love to be around others,
No one can resist my charm.
But if you drop and step on me
You’ll slip and surely break an arm.
This is your last warning,
Don’t tell me I didn’t give you one.
If you leave me alone I hope you starve
And maybe loose a thumb.
