The beet and the rutabaga
Went to the ball
Dressed up in their finest greens
They met their friends there
The pumpkin, the pear
A plum and a couple of beans
Said the beet to the rutabaga
May I have this dance?
And they danced 'till the hour was late
They twirled round and round
And before long they found
They were all just a glass of V-8