Sing and shout and dance about,there’s magic in the Brussels sprout,boiled up and served in butter,baked into a pie,I love to eat the Brussels sprout,to go without would make me cry.Have faith and never ever doubt,there’s magic in the Brussels sprout,in cheese sauce or in minestrone,I will stand and Testify,I love to eat the Brussels sprout,to go without I’d rather die!
I carved this sprout in solid sterling silver, It’s an actual sized monument to that which is simultaneously loved and detested.
