It's a kind of cabbage,
It's a kind of cabbage,
It's a kind of cabbage,
One leaf,
Dug hole,
One stalk,
One goal,
One golden veg,
Of what to eat.

(It's a kind of cabbage),
One tasty bite,
That cooks away,
No mortal man,
Can recreate this taste,
(It's a kind of cabbage).

The manure that stinks,
Inside the dirt,
Food is harvested,
At the right time,
(it's a kind of cabbage).

The wait is long,
For this veggy,
The day will dawn,
Of good cookery.

Is this a kind of cabbage,
That can be served with meat,
This plant won't last a thousand years,
Let's get it cooked.

The hunger that burns,
Inside of me,
I'm really looking forward,
To tonight's tea,
(It's a kind of cabage).

The thoughts of food,
Inside your mind,
Make it worth,
Your waiting time.

It's a kind of cabbage,
It's a kind of cabbage.

This plant won't last a thousand years,
Let's get it, let's get it,
Let's get it cooked!
Cooked!

(Cabbage).
It's a kind of cabbage,
It's a kind of cabbage,
Cabbage,
Cabbage!
Ha haaa!
It's cabbage!
It's a kind of cabbage!