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Brussels sprout, Brussels sprout! Throw the nasty rascal out. Give us pizza, give us meat. Give us anything that's sweet. In the evening how I hate To see you lying on my plate. You are green and round and wide, Which makes you very hard to hide. And so, with milk, I wash you down. Even then I gag and frown. Though you're good for me, no doubt. A pox upon thee, Brussels sprout. —Grandpa Tucker |
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