Michael V. Ficocelli

Lyrics

Oh, Mr. Pool
Mr. Pool
Look over there
Where
See how the light
Contrasts the shade
Brings out the jade
What is jade
Suddenly the countryside
Is now a magic carpet ride
This is a wagon, mam
A Persian rug of jade and burgundy
Can't you see
Do you mean them plants
Like a painting by Monet

Of a field in northern France

Mr. Pool in all my life
I've never seen such plants

Such magnificent, elegant, beautiful plants
You don't mean them plants
Yes, those plants, they're beautiful
Is something funny, Mr. Pool
Cabbages, them's cabbages

Cabbages is beautiful
Why yes, look here
Where
Notice how the leaves
Yah
Form a perfect sphere
That is a ball

Cabbages is beautiful

So soft yet firm
So what
A kind of leafy bed
If your a kind of worm
Oh
A sonnet penned by Shakespeare
Die Fledermaus by Strauss
Can't compare to nature's beauty
Now the worm is on yer blouse
Oh

Cabbages Cabbages
Is beautiful are beautiful
What does she see Why can't he see

Give him time give her time
He will learn to see she'll be seein' things
Like me
There is beauty in the simple things, Mr. Pool
That's something I imagine you would know

Cabbages are beautiful
Sure, if you like dirt
Excuse me
Stuck in all your nails
I see
Or on your skirt
Oh, even so

Cabbages are beautiful
Oh they is but sure
So you agree
Thanks to good hard work
Hard work
And lotsa good manure
Mr. Pool

I dunno' nuthin' 'bout 
burgundy and jade
All I know is when ya sell a bushel

It's nice when you get paid

Cabbages cabbages
Is beautiful are beautiful
She don't understand will he ever understand
Can he learn what it's like

This may be harder than to be livin' off
The land I planned

She don't know and axe from a hoe

How on earth can she teach school
What a fright if they're all as bright

As the charming Mr. Pool

Anyways will I like

As teachers go the country life

She's the purtiest one it's hard to tell
So far

Cabbages are beautiful

That's right Mr. Pool
Not 'is' but 'are'
Could be they is