Dinner's last words

If your food could speak
What would it say?
Please don't hurt me
Though I'm your prey

I sure taste delicious
You might already know
-as you ate my family
Me; you can just throw

I am afraid it's too late
now I am about to die
from a fork and a knife
on the plate where I lie

I don't want to be eaten
Like a regular salad
This is my good bye
My song, my ballad