I'm Dreaming Of a Greens Christmas

I'm dreaming of a greens Christmas
Just like sprouts, beans and marrow
Where the cheesy leeks glisten
And when mums don't listen
When you say ‘"Arrgghh! Greens, NO!"

I'm dreaming of a greens Christmas
With every dinner table fight
And as days soon turn to night
Mum says; "Greens make you very bright!"

I'm dreaming of a greens Christmas
With every sprout that I eat
And whilst I hide them under turkey meat
They still stick out like feet!

I'm dreaming of a greens Christmas
With every broccoli that I boil
And with the roast spuds on the foil
This veg taken from the soil
Sends Christmas into turmoil

I've past caring about a Greens Christmas
The washing up is now done
I have farts coming from my bum
They seem to have extra smelly power
Must be the cauliflower?

I've dreaming of a Greens Boxing Day
With all the left of Greens!
I thought i got rid of those beans!
But with your tummy feeling savage
Christmas isn;t Christmas .....
Without the cabbage!

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