Cabbage tree, cabbage tree, what is the matter? Why are you shaking so? Why do you chatter? Because it is just a white baby you see, And it's the black ones you like, cabbage tree? Cabbage tree, cabbage tree, you're a strange fellow With your green hair and your legs browny-yellow. Wouldn't you like to have curls, dear, like me? What! No one to make them? O poor cabbage tree! Never mind, cabbage tree, when I am taller, And if you grow, please, a little bit smaller, I shall be able by that time, bay be, To make you the loveliest curls, cabbage tree. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TOMB AT AKR CAAR by EZRA POUND MY MADONNA by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE AIRY NOTHINGS. FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ON THE COLLAR OF MRS. DINGLEY'S LAP-DOG by JONATHAN SWIFT SONNET: TO L.T. IN FLORENCE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH DUNCAN WEIR by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |