I HOPE TO HECK MY PARSNIPS GROW LIMERICK

I hope to heck my parsnips grow, 
Deep beneath the piled up snow, 
In the winter I'll eat, 
Starvation I'll beat, 
If I remember where I planted the row.

WILLIE GOES OUT INTO THE SNOW LIMERICK

Willie goes out into the snow,
He is buried because of how hard it blow,
But where melting snow drips,
He finds tasty parsnips,
Now Willie does not want to go.


Willie loves his parsnips,
He digs them from under the snow,
Parsnips are a winter crop,
Or when you’re low on dough.

Some people like parsnips and butter,
Others like parsnips with cheese,
Some like parsnips with vinegar and salt,
You can eat them however you please.