I can be red or green I get grown on a vine I’m dried to make raisins Or squeezed to help make wine.
I’m sometimes decorated Using paint or with a pen I can be eaten scrambled And I get laid by a hen.
If you go see a movie You have to get some of this And then add butter or salt For a taste that’s simply bliss.
There’s lots of me at Thanksgiving But you don’t want me to be wasted Because my meat’s really juicy Just so long as I have been basted.
You might pick up one of these When you go out to a patch Carve it, put in a candle And then light it with a match.
