Bury the Broccoli Treasure

We found some treasure on a dinner plate

Green little trees and I said, Not great

So we tiptoed out when the sun went low

With a shovel and a plan to go

Bury the broccoli, deep in the sand

Hide it far across the land

Mark the spot and keep it secret

But moms are good at finding it

We dug a hole by the swing-set gate

Broccoli toppled in—sealed its fate

We patted it down and we stomped it flat

Then we marked the spot with a pirate hat

Then the wind went whoo and I heard Mom say

You buried WHAT? Go dig it up today

So we marched back out with a sigh and a frown

And the broccoli treasure came back to town

Bury the broccoli, deep in the sand

Hide it far across the land

Mark the spot and keep it secret

But moms are good at finding it

Bury the broccoli, deep in the sand

Hide it far across the land

Mark the spot and keep it secret

But moms are good at finding it