My mummy tries to make,
me eat my greens.
I tried to show her,
what it’s like for me,
to eat my greens.
I stuck my finger up,
my nose and pulled,
a boogie out.
I really got a clout.
My mummy tries to,
tell me that they,
are good for me.
I should eat my greens.
I asked her why are they,
called greens.
Carrots are orange,
cabbage is white,
and mushy to bite.
All my mummy said,
their good for you,
and make you strong.
I still think mummy is wrong.
My mummy has tried,
to trick me once or twice,
by hiding my vegetables,
in with my rice.
I pick them out it’s always peas,
my mummy gives them names,
tries to make it a game.
Like broccoli are trees.
I am still not pleased.
In my mash potato,
they lurk inside.
I ask my mummy,
what it is.
She smiles and says,
it’s a surprise.
I know what’s in side.
My mummy tells little,
green lies.