I am just a broccoli
A sad and lonely soul.
Life is just a moccoli
That taunts me from this bowl.
The celery can promenade,
The Brussels sprouts can twist and shout
The cabbages fox trot.
The carrots all can cantor
The garlics are less fun
They insist on banter
And make cry the sweet onion
The wise old yam keeps time
While the sweet peas play their pods
The gingerroot looks mighty cute
She winks at me, and nods.
This yellow bowl, it keeps me safe
Within it’s walls I cower.
Wouldn’t it be swell
To bud out of my shell
And become a cauliflower?
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