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A Turnip and a Cabbage
    are walking down the street.
This may seem a might peculiar 
    as they hadn't any feet.
Before you judge and criticize, 
    I beg your minds to wander.
To take a moment just to see 
    on what the herbage ponders.

The Cabbage says, 'The sun is out, 
    it makes a lovely day.
It is nice to see the other Plants 
    we meet along the way.'
The Turnip nods approvingly, 
    the Cabbage is his chum.
For every day they walk this way...
     they both begin to hum.
There are no words, no songs they know, 
    they no not how to sing.
But they cannot miss what they do not know
     so no sadness does it bring.

They leave the street and find a trail 
    leading to a brook.
Where they find a tree, a friend of theirs...
     looking at a book.
'What do you have?' The Turnip says 
    with interest in his voice.
'Something bad, you should not see...
    I leave it to your choice.'

Tree hands the book, which Turnip takes 
    while Cabbage jumps to see.
They flip the pages, both in awe, 
    they gasp and ask the tree.
'Where did you get this?' Such a story, 
    we do not believe our eyes.
What Plant would write of such a state? 
    It surely must be lies.'

The tree responds, 'These sad affairs 
    happened long ago.
By a species less developed 
    with little wisdom to bestow.
They were unkind... some cruel and dark, 
    always out for more.
They hated all... were prone to cheat, 
    they invented a thing called War.
They fought tooth and nail for shiny objects, 
    over which they fussed.
Destroyed themselves... their culture gone, 
    a victim to their lust.'

The Cabbage and the Turnip
     let out a cushioned sigh.
But Turnip strains, 'I am still confused. 
    What does the book imply?'
Tree thinks a bit, 'It was Nature's way 
    to cleanse our treasured Earth.
To fight disease and cure infection...
    saving only things of worth.'

So to those of you who doubt this tale,
     forgive my little rant.
But take from this most people lack...
     the brains God gave a Plant.

                 The End

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