It grows in a bunch, Can be purple, red, or green for your lunch. Smush it and wait And sip something great.

Smooth, moist skin and a sticky tongue, I rest on lily pads and live in ponds. My offspring looks a tad weird, and it's said my legs taste like chicken.

In the garden's quiet plea, Aprickly ball rolls free. At night it roams with stealthy grace, A tiny knight in armor's embrace.

TMNT favorite brothers are all from this species say hi to splinter for me

Roaring, the green-eyed beast prowls unseen, a titan's shadow eclipsing the keen. It conquers without a sword, yet leaves warriors lean.