Things are sprouting up behind me
Tiny baby cabbages
I taste their scent
fresh and sweet
filling my mouth
I hear a thousand of their wind chimes
from their miny cabbage homes on the bay
"pick us up, pick us up!"
They are calling to be eaten though
I cannot kill the cabbages
Their darling green leaves are blowing in the wind
they climb and climb
so I run and run
They sprout behind, infront, beside
Tiny baby cabbages
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