Fickle

Fickle

I'm deep in a jar,

but even worse by far,

I'm in a bitter brine.

And it's true indeed,

I'm squished against a seed,

in a light greenish slime.

I have a small hunch,

I could be going crunch,

and I'm not being fickle.

'Cause here comes a kid,

who's taking off the lid...

I'm really in a pickle!