Amidst the manic, random clatter of the battlefield,
Corn barked out his orders, while the Peas did weapons wield.
Cucumber and Potato with big guns held foes at bay,
while Carrot tended to the wounded Squash, on deathbed lay.

“We’re all but done for!” cried the brave Zucchini from his tank,
as Green Beans one by one fell dead, rolled down the lettuce bank.
A sad, torn Corn behind the lines, lay prey, a sitting duck,
then suddenly recalled he had one more trick up his shucks.

“There is but one more chance we have to end this awful mess,”
he called out to the ranks, despite his obvious distress.
“We’ve wasted all our arms, lost all our officers, save one:
there is no plant more apt to save our hineys than... the Onion.”

For the Onion defies the odds, sends always opposition running,
his peeling skin and battle scars pay tribute to his cunning.
He kills without remorse, fights like a vegetable possessed,
his aim is ever perfect, to be sure, he is the best.

Much blood did fly from many a frightened, unaware accoster,
just one more hapless victim, chalked one mark on Onion’s roster.
Thus, all their adversaries fell, the scales no longer balanced,
for never was a regiment could match his savage talents.

And so the battle quick was won, their enemies all vanquished,
the Beans were wont to celebrate, the Peas in safety languished.
So next time hunger beckons you to fix a tasty snack,
avoid the ruthless Onion, or be sure to watch your back!