As you may know—and one look at my blog header in which I am “smoking” asparagus will tell you—my love of asparagus runs deep. So deep in fact that I eat it every day and have created a song for this stalk.
(To be sung to the tune of “Age of Aquarius”)
When I bring the groceries in my house,
And start to make my food.
Those stalks will guide the meals I eat,
And that taste will lift my mood.
This is the dawning of the age of Asparagus!
The age of Asparagus!
Asparagus!
Asparagus!
Roasting it or often steaming,
Fresh flavors and taste give life meaning.
Don’t care if urine is sulfuric,
This green stalk makes me euphoric,
Eaten raw—a revelation,
And the taste’s true liberation.
Asparagus!
Asparagus!!
When the moon is in the Seventh House,
And Jupiter aligns with Mars.
Then peace will guide the planets,
And love will steer the stars.
This is the dawning of the age of Asparagus!
The age of Asparagus!
Asparagus!
Asparagus!
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