O tender sprout I rave about,
You’re full of A and C!
Steamed, stir-fried, roast, you are the most
Ambrosial dish for me!
Cabbage, in fact, but so compact,
A globe of fetching green,
And, when it’s Yule, the rocket fuel
That lifts the festive scene.
Born in Brabant, some lucky plant
Mutated to become
Choux de Bruxelles, which did so well
All rivals seem ho-hum.
How wrong, sweet veg, those who allege
You’re not worth time and toil.
Let English cooks read Delia’s books
Not boil and overboil.
Don’t mention gas! I’ll let it pass
As just an evil slur
Spread by some troll, dear Rosenkohl,
Great Christmas crucifer!