Celery vs Raisin

Hark, Muse, to sing of fields where greens did grow, And of the dried fruit that became their foe. A mighty host of stalks, in armor bright, Did march to war, and put the raisins to flight. The celery legion, tall and proud they stood, Their hearts were bold, and for the common good. With iron spears and shields, they did advance, While raisins, small and dark, did dance and prance. From raisin fortress, arrows did descend, But celery's leafy armor, it did not bend. The battlefield was strewn with withered grape, As stalks pushed forward, in a heroic shape. The celery leader, with a booming voice, Did shout encouragement, to make their souls rejoice. "For celery and glory, we shall fight!" he cried, "And by the power of salad, we shall not be denied!" And so the battle raged, with spear and stone, Until the raisins, withered and alone, Did flee the field, defeated and afraid, Leaving the celery, in their verdant parade. And thus the tale of celery's glorious day, Shall be recorded, in a most noble way. Of how a legion, green and mighty and strong, Did conquer the raisins, and proved they did belong.