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Ode to Jicama by Juliette

By Anonymous
Ode to Jicama*

 Jicama, oh jicama I love you so,
Jicama, oh jicama you're white like snow.

 Are you a vegetable or are you a root?
I'm falling for you, I need a parachute.

 Jicama, oh jicama you are so juicy, 
Jicama, oh jicama you make me loosey-goosey.

 How did you get to be so good?
And yet, you are still so misunderstood.

 Jicama, oh jicama you are so healthy,
Jicama, oh jicama you snuck up on me, you're stealthy.

 Jicama, oh jicama you give me vitamin C,
Jicama, oh Jicama you hold the key. 

 Jicama, oh jicama you make a great meal,
for jicama, oh jicama you are quite ideal.

 Juliette

 *pronounced hick-uh-muh








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