Cabbage, Cabbage! Thou arth my calling. I climb the stile and bank my hoards I pick, and play with the friends of the O.o.C. Then we will take pictures for the boards. Our memories of splendor will be remembered As You know I am a full-fledged devotee. KAH-BAH-GEE to you all. And be just. I pick cabbage till my hands go red with blood. I pick cabbage from day to nightfall. Our founder is gone but thy spirit of picking lives on. In the furure, Our demise will be the cause or our own. But in the end, the "green gold" will always pwn. And, others such as the onion will fall. :oops: Some parts dont rhyme and it just sucks.