No firefly but walkies anyhow

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I walked down to the farmers' market today, got my knife sharpened, strolled around, and was strongly reminded of a Mason Williams song called, "The Tomato Vendetta."

This song's about the Tomato Vendetta

and a tale of a man who let a

hate for tomatoes rule his life.

He lost his job, wife, home, car, kids, and life.

He'd go downtown to buy some groceries.

He went because his family was hungrys.

He always bought red meat and potatoes,

but he'd never touch those ugly tomatoes.

One day after shopping and on his way home

his loathing for tomatoes cut to the bone.

He just couldn't stand the strain any more.

He vowed to destroy the tomato hoard.

All over town, in every store,  

tomatoes were hurt and spilled on the floor.

Big melons and turkeys, and large sacks of grits

were dumped on their sections to mash them to bits.

So at last. he'd finished his plan, 

but on his way home, a delivery van

full of big ripe tomatoes pulled out and hit him.

Tomato vendetta had claimed its victim.

The incident of the tomato vendetta

caused a sensation.  It was something that the

public could relish and readily snatch up -

popularly known as, "The Tomato Catch-up."

And, because I can do this whole thing from memory, we no longer wonder why I have no ability to remember where I parked my car or what your first-born child's name is.