A Delicious Bully
There's a bully in school
that I'm afraid of.
And you wouldn't even want to know
what it's made of.
I can't think about it.
Oh no, it's true,
The delicious bully is coming back for you!
It's green, gross looking trees,
Is always, always scaring me.
Oh, I wish I couldn't eat lunch at school,
The bully's friends thinks he's cool.
It's put in soups that are not even frothy,
You wanna know what it is?
The name is broccoli.
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