In a row they gather gather gather oh so tight
They think they know, that they’re best and feel the slightest slight
The garden queens, the chosen ones, they don’t know when to stop
The only clown who makes them smile is comic Carrot Top
Pick and pluck turn the nut and twist it oh so tight
The carrots won’t leave the ground without an awful fight
They look so clean and oh so bright and never ever soiled
Commerce takes too long, I want to see them all get boiled
They tell us all to wait. they’ll turn real sweet once it gets cold
When all of us have been all picked and some are growing mold
Carrot cake and carrot juice and carrot raisin salad
They’ll hate me and my rhyme because its not a ballad
My Name’s Nick the Beet, I am real neat. That is what I said
Some clowns call me Beet Down. But I’m Detroit Dark Red
I don’t try hard, I’m a genius bard - hang with me for a while
My face is scarred, and like swiss chard - I compost upon a pile
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