I found this in an end-of-school yearbook from 1993. The author chose to remain anonymous. I'm not sure if it's nonsense, or just weirdly cabbage-obsessed.
Cabbage, oh cabbage, so crinkly and grey
You grow in the garden, in a most curious way
Your leaves are like hats, all pointy and fine
And your stem is a pipe, that's just divine
You're a snack for the rabbits, who hop with glee
When they munch on your florets, as happy as can be
But beware of the squirrels, who chatter with flair
They'll steal your sweet secrets, and stash them in their hair
In the depths of the fridge, you sit so serene
A chilled-out king of the crisper, a true cabbage queen
You're the perfect accompaniment, to a hearty old stew
Or as a crown for the dinner plate, all crunchy and new
Cabbage, oh cabbage, so curvy and bright
You're a vegetable vision, that's just out of sight
In the land of the lunchbox, you're a treasured find
A tasty little bundle, of crunch and of kind
Oh, cabbage, oh cabbage, how I adore your charms
You're a whimsical wonder, that always disarms
My seriousness, my worries, my doubts and my fears
For in your crinkly, curly, cabbagey presence, I shed tears!
