Proud Limealians across the land (street) sing this with gutso (sic) where two or more are gathered in his/her/its/their name(s):
Australian limes let us rejoice
The season’s citrusy
We’re full of zest,
We are the best
Just taste us and you’ll see.
We’re small and round but quite profound
We’re eaten everywhere
In cookbooks rare and Marie Claire
A fruit beyond compare.
Now’s not the time for kaffir lime
Tahitian lime’s the fare