Onions.

Ten little onions, playing in the field,
One broke a rule
And peeled a layer.
So mama called the doctor,
And the doctor said,
“No more onions playing in the field.”

Nine little onions, laughing at a joke,
One got caustic,
And peeled a layer.
So mama called the doctor,
And the doctor said,
“No more onions laughing at a joke.”

Eight little onions yelling about things,
One got hushed,
And peeled a layer.
So mama called the doctor,
And the doctor said,
“No more onions yelling about things.”

Seven little onions going on a strike,
One got bonked,
And peeled a layer.
So mama called the doctor
And the doctor said,
“No more onions going on a strike.”

Six little onions mourning the dead,
One started screaming,
And peeled a layer.
So mama called the doctor,
And the doctor said,
“No more onions mourning the dead.”

Five little onions huddled up close,
One looked up,
But none said a word.
So mama called the doctor,
And the doctor said,
“Get more onions huddled up close.”

Five little layers, lying on the ground,
One turned to carbon,
And nourished the ground.
Mama didn’t notice,
The doctor didn’t care,
Tiny little onions,
Growing all around.

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