I am an onion pink and plump
I love to roll around and jump
With my rich flavour and my taste
I add joy to every face.
When you peel me, I don’t cry
Yet you call me unkind. Oh, my!
I am not to be blamed, Am I?
For bringing tears to every eye
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fine joke hidden inside the onion peels.