We're ornamental cabbage heads,
With leaves of purple, pink and white,
And brighten up fall garden beds
To be a visual delight.
We do not like the summer heat,
So plant us when temperatures cool.
Good sunlight, we do need receipt,
In moist and rich soil as a rule.
As cooler weather does arrive,
Especially November days,
Is when our colors do thrive
In very welcoming displays.
We're edible, take us and boil,
And serve us with some olive oil.
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