Lettuce Ballad

A ballad for the ages, about the lettuce that's always been there for us.

Verse 1:

Oh, lettuce, oh lettuce, so plain yet so grand

A staple in the salad, in the sandwich, in the land

From the crisper drawer to the garden so fine

Lettuce, lettuce, always so divine

Chorus:

Lettuce, lettuce, the leaf of our dreams

A symphony of crunch, a harmony of steam

Lettuce, lettuce, the crown of the plate

Where the wilted hearts find their perfect fate

Verse 2:

In the depths of winter, when the snow falls deep

Lettuce is there, in the soup, the stew, the creep

A symbol of hope, in the darkest of nights

When the fridge is empty, and all hope takes flight

Chorus:

Lettuce, lettuce, the leaf of our dreams

A symphony of crunch, a harmony of steam

Lettuce, lettuce, the crown of the plate

Where the wilted hearts find their perfect fate