lemon tea? shall we?

a squeeze or two, I bid?

lemon sheath? shall we?

too late we already did

lemon peel? shall we?

that tangy grimaced fruit

from my lemon tree if you'll agree

to be my next recruit

if lemon scented gum trees

were planted in your block

would the bushland wax infertile

and refuse to shade the flock

you can still find a rock my dear

a historic pebble to set you free

sorry, lemon gel a fate befell

it once came from a tree

we watched as pharmaceutinationals vied

and the lemon was DNA'd

they named it citroavaricious

lemonade's no longer made

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