Oh, come see my home, 
Where I live all alone, 
Munching onions and spinach all day. 
Now, you might think a worm, 
Doesn't deserve his own turn, 
But without me the gardner would play. 

Chorus:
Home, home in the squash, 
Where I live and I sleep and I eat. 
The gardner might try 
To blow me sky high, 
But I'll hide safely inside a beet.