Bomato and square eggs were speculations once, I read somewhere.
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Hello and how do you do?
Said the tigress to the lion
Then they ambled into the woods
The result was a hybrid; tigon.
Sauntering by the shady woods
The zebra winked at the donkey
They went together behind a bush
The result was a hybrid; zonkey.
The brinjal drooled lovelorn
At the ripe red tomato
In a wedlock united they
The result was a hybrid; bomato.
Round they spin and crack and spill
As if they have legs
Spare us the trouble my dear friends
Invent soon square eggs.
Mr. X smiled yesterday
His grapes weren’t gritty
And aloud he proclaimed with his booming voice
‘I vouch for the seedless variety.’
The frog said to the princess
Come let’s go for a walk
There we’ll splice together dear
Being of the same protoplasmic stock.
With the Hee Haw in our hearts
Let’s bray in melody
Let our notes hybridize
In Triond’s custody.
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