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...NOT TRANSHISTORICAL DEATH, OR AT LEAST NOT QUITE by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE INCORRIGIBLE DIRIGIBLE by HAYDEN CARRUTH GETTING A WORD IN by JAMES GALVIN QUESTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE COLOR SERGEANT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TO NANNETTE FALK-AUERBACH by SIDNEY LANIER MADMAN OF THE SOUTH SIDE by CLARENCE MAJOR |