Song of the Little White Girl

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 fellowWith 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, may be,To make you the loveliest curls, cabbage tree.