I've done it, I've passed, I've got my degree

After months I'm finally ripe,

I've graduated Tomato University

But here's my only gripe!

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Being a fellow who's shiny and red 

There's a limit to what I can do

I don't want to end up like uncle Fred

And find myself cooked in a stew.

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Nor do I wish to follow the course,

Set by my Aunty Pip

Who joined her friends in a bottle of sauce

Before being poured on a chip.

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And then there was my cousin Vin

Who always wished to be soup

He and his mates all joined a tin

And lived in tomatoey gloop.

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And then there was Great Aunt Jean

The one I think about most

Her ambition in life was to smother a bean

And be gobbled up on toast.

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I want more for myself than this

I can be what I want to be

I want to part of tomatoey bliss

There's a tasty world to see.

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Perhaps I can end up being desert, 

The first ever tomato ice cream

I could be eaten with sauce, a wafer and flake

with crushed nuts I'd taste like a dream.

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Or maybe my calling is for a different pud

A delicious tomato jelly

This is the way a tomato should

Enter into someones belly.

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If I'm lucky I'll be baked into a cake 

A tomato Victoria Sponge

I could be mixed with sugar as tomato jam 

and into the cream I would plunge!

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Oh what will I be, I can't wait to find out

The excitement is too much to bare.

What ever my future of one thing I'm certain

I'll become delicious fayre.

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And as I stand here in awe and wonder

Nearing the end of my ballad

I'm joined by lettuce and sliced cucumber,

Oh rats, I'm going to be salad!