Lettuce dance . . .
this ballad's for salads.
The band is very green,
the audience is keen
to devour this hour.

Sweet Romaine . . .
told a fib, I'm not Bib.
Forgive me, I'm Loose Leaf;
my experience . . . brief,
bundled, perfect hygiene.

Lettuce dance . . .
radishes prance, flowered,
the tomatoes tossed, firm.
This two-step causes 'burn'.
We'll swirl proud . . . lest we wilt.

Sweet Romaine,
shall we cut-up celery?
Onion, glad, do-si-dos.
Croutons bunch on my toes . . .
will crunch if you misstep.

Lettuce dance . . .
mixing greens is in 'Vogue'.
I prefer dressing light;
don't sit well overnight.
'Tis is our finest hour!

Sweet Romaine . . .
lettuce dance, later spoon.