He would not eat his peas nor his corn,
Nor his sprouts nor his kale…all ignored.
Mother hoped and she prayed
He would eat them one day,
But till then just his plate they’d adorn.
Once his eye caught a glimpse of a yam,
Vibrant orange the boy thought it a sham!
A small bite he did try,
And he then wondered why
In his mouth not enough he could cram!
If the yam he did like was so sweet
Were there others that he’d like to eat?
Yellow, green, purple, red,
Eat a rainbow Mom said!
She’s so proud of this wonderful feat!