Cabbage

Oh I smoked a roll of cabbage
and the cabbage it was fine
after that I had some pudding
and then I had a glass of wine

But the wine was made of towels
it had a very clothy taste
but I still had to drink it
couldn't let it go to waste

So I sat there with my wine glass
I held it firmly in my hand
I admired the decoration
it was from another land

It was from the land of squabble
where no one ever could agree
did wine come from towels
or from a tiny centipede