Do you say poem or a fable,
Up the hill, lived an old woman
and the green vegetable
How desperate was their plans.

For time, the old woman
Planned to cook vegetable, yet there
The vegetable had a more deadly-than
but she never knew what they were.

For the vegetable said,
In so far she wasnt joyed of his living,
Once she cooks him up, that instead
He would ached her stomach till dying.

And to her basket, She fetched the green
Having cooked him up, she took to eat
My stomach! my stomach! holding her spleen
But vegetable asked- you want me die, so you feast?

Should we do(what we are never sent)
Kill our fellows when we pray to live?
Who then would this guilt be bent?
The vegetable or the old hungry nymph?