If he doesn’t like onions; he won’t like me.
And, if I changed to hate them, than soon, I’d hate he.
You see, onions and God have formed a link
Because onions not only make the breath to stink
But, they being peeled cause my eyes to blink…
And, if he hated onions, then soon, you see
Angry people would we be, cause he changed me
So, then, Onions make for unholy matrimony
Unless, of course, we’re marrying a vegetarian