Avocado, I add to you some new spices,
I been ripenin' these things for so long now.
"Oh, you're a hard one",
I shop but forgot your season,
Squeeze fruit that's appealin, true.
There's few anyhow.

Won't your raw cuisine get ripened, boy
We'll eat you if we're able
The green departs always for sure you bet.

Yes, it seems to me some vine things
Can be thereupon enable
Put new greenly ones, my son, in your cart yet.

Avocado, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger
Four days and my hunger, stare, droolin' you home.
And free of, oh, free of, well, that rust plum abalkin'
My reason is making you this bowl for your home.

My bowl meat got rolled 'n' better with time,
But I won't know bland be or divine.
Pits hard, threw it 'way, mild thyme in, hurray!
You're loosin' all your size, compose.
Salt it, sonny, now the feeding lasts all day....

Guacamole, my own goo, chum, whooo, your sinus
Comes free from the peppers, oceans don't wait.
It may be draining, but there's a rainbow above you,
Well, you better run get some kleenex, before it's too late.