Vegetables

Long before some sleeping folk

Are thinking to begin

Their daily tasks, I take my knife,

Clean and sharp and thin,

And with my basket on my arm

Gardenwards I go,

Where so wetly and so green

The vegetables grow

In the black earth smelling of

Crumbling wormy smells I love.

Beets and peas are very good

For bones of little girls,

And in the yellow carrot lurks

Stuff for yellow curls.

And cabbages are nice for cooks

And greenly crisp to cut,

And beans are full of vitamines,

And corn is golden, but-

I think that ke would like to have

Some peeling onions too,

To smother up a steak with

Or dump into a stew.