Once a year, It get's a cheer, And by some a jeer. *** The humble sprout, Is what it's about, At this time of year. *** Plates abound, With the green, Little ball round. *** For some, A christmas treat, That's neet to eat. *** For others, A troubled veg, On the christmas table. *** It's time, Has come to bathe, In it's limelight *** Wherever you stand, On the humble bud, You can't steal it's sproutlight.
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