My Little Tomato
Please don't cry my little one,
I'm here to hold your hand,
Sit with you through thunderstorms,
And support you when you stand.
Please dry your tears my little tomato,
Because blue just isn't your shade,
Soon you'll grow up and be by my side,
And that solemn blue will fade.
Please oh please accept my love,
For the last red rose is tilting.
Mi amor, the apple of my eye,
My little tomato, never ever wilting.
