Why do they laugh?
You are delicate, whiter than snow.
Difference is good, Cauliflower boy!
Yet he still hides away.
They’ll live up to see!
He wonders aloud.
That Cauliflower boy, oh so alone.
Everything is damaged.
So sensitive and weak, yet pushing to
That Cauliflower boy, once full of dread.
This chapter must not end just yet.