Song of the Little White Girl by Katherine Mansfield
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.
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