I only want ketchup1.
It's all that I like.
I don't need a burger.
I don't need a bike.
I don't want a tuba,
a truck or a train,
bananas, bandanas,
pianos or rain.
I'll pass on canasta,
gymnastics and chess.
I don't need a diamond
a dog or a dress.
I'm fine without fairies,
canaries or figs2,
tomatoes, tornadoes3,
tortillas and twigs4.
I'd give up guitars
and carnations5 and cheese,
The sparkling stars
and the wind in the trees,
I don't need a hug
or an afternoon hike.
Juss pass me the ketchup.
It's all that I like.