What Be Thy Name?

Tobiko! That's it! (might make it a song)

Ode to the little orange eggs upon my California rolls,

what be thy name?

You sweetly rest upon my tongue,

like tiny bubbles of flavor.

Your vermilion color,

as fire against the snow.

Indeed, you are intended to be an accent.

Yet I pluck you off greedily to savor your solitary glory.

Oh little orange eggs upon my California roll!

What be thy name?

Ah, speak not.

For I know it.

Alas, it be 'delicious'.

The End

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