BAD CUCUMBER

I've got a farm where plants are my life. Wake up every morning, thinking about my greenhouse Light. Always dreamed of growing a cucumber so fine. Other veggies never really crossed my mind. For twenty years, I tried to grow that green Delight. Water it each day, gave it nutrients at Night. Played the tunes on my clarinet every evening. I thought it was my friend, always so believing. But then even a tomato with a little smile, Grew strong and red in just a little while. That cucumber, it let me down so hard, Turned bad on me despite all my guard. Bad, bad Cucumber. Cucumber. Bad cucumber. Bad, bad cucumber. Raised this ungrateful creature with my hands. In the end, the tomato showed me it understands. Now me and tomato, we're best of friends. Red like the sunset, my journey never ends. We travel to the shows, my tomato brings me Joy. Cucumber labeled me just a toy. Soon I'll eat that cucumber, nothing but a snack. While tomato and I, we got each other's back. But then even a tomato with a little smile, Grew strong and red just a little while. That cucumber, it let me down so hard, Turned bad on me despite all my guard. But then even a tomato with a little smile, Grew strong and red in just a little while. That cucumber, it let me down so hard, Turned Had bad on me on me this bike, Despite oh my all God. My guard. Bad, Bad, bad, bad. Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad. Cucumber. cucumber.