I could be my Mama’s drama llama in pajamas,

Or an Alabama panorama with my banana pajamas,

Or maybe I’m an aunt from Vermont with a want for some fonts,

But instead I see an aunt who just can’t seem to plant

Her potatoes ’cause tornados keep on ruining her volcanoes.

Or maybe her potatoes said their motto was staccato so

Again they remain simply planted in vain.

This lament again extends to defend all accents;

As the avocados and tomatoes

Thought Galileo loved tomatoes.