The Lettuce Creed

I beleaf in the leaf. I beleaf in the crunch.

I beleaf in the head we shall vanquish at lunch.

Romaine is a traitor, kale a pretender,

Only iceberg is worthy, the one true contender.

I will hold the bowl high. I will pass it with pride.

When the dressing comes calling, I'll be there at its side.

Crisp be the path. Green be the day.