Cabbage tree, cabbage tree, what is the matter?
Why are you shaking so? Why do you chatter?
Because it is just a white baby you see,
And it's the black ones you like, cabbage tree?
Cabbage tree, cabbage tree, you're a strange fellow
With your green hair and your legs browny-yellow.
Wouldn't you like to have curls, dear, like me?
What! No one to make them? O poor cabbage tree!
Never mind, cabbage tree, when I am taller,
And if you grow, please, a little bit smaller,
I shall be able by that time, bay be,
To make you the loveliest curls, cabbage tree.
Song Of The Little White Girl
Katherine Mansfield
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Poem topics: baby, green, hair, never, poor, time, dear, white, mind, black, yellow, strange, matter, tree, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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