If I was a watermelon
If I was so sweet I needed salt to compensate
If I was so unaware as to not dream yet still sleep
If a scar would make someone throw me away,
If the hard parts that people rarely see
Could be plucked away just as easily?
If Dudley desired my innards (in the good way),
If my only talent wasn't cliché
If a hot summer day was when I was loved
If it would be horror with me in the mud
If I grew with gardening, not weakened
If I couldn't care less about things far away
It could be the moon for all it changed me
I would still be as sweet as sweet as can be
Oh how easy, how easy, it would be
If I was just a watermelon
Obscure as can be,
Yet somehow,you see
It would be rather bad
With your only purpose to make people glad
If people could simply bite into you
If you had no friends and you had no view
If there were millions of copies all around the globe
That are as different as achoo and the cold
If unique was a foreign word to you
No I don't think that I would like that
So to watermelon,
I say no to you.