I will make your eyes smart
and make you go "drat!"
should you pick me apart!
Like an onion,
an aberration to sight
Reducing men of might
to shards of glass
Like an onion
I am less with each peeling
yet more potent still
power in small quantities
yet weaker still
Like an onion
Don't waste me i pray
Don't you peel me for play
For there is little of me
and you will need me one day
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