I am a wrinkly old onion
I am a wrinkly old onion
My life’s dream is to climb into the blender
Have the banana turn it on, and I’ll ride the whirlwind high
Cut me to pieces and wring me out
Press me against a sweet-smelling strawberry
But nobody wants a wrinkly old onion.
Not even the blender.
So this is all I ask -
Unpeel me, layer by layer.