I come to sing a ballad true

Of salad fresh with dressing blue

I’ll sing to you a ballad

Of the freshest greens that grew.

Once in the land of Tupperware

There lived a maiden true and fair

One Princess Kale of Kale

Who sang and frolicked without care.

Her father was a mean old brute

Whose nose looked like a cabbage shoot

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