In our flurry of coming up with children’s songs, we came up with this gem. The inspiration came from my son. Unlike most kids, he loves broccoli. I thought we should write a song titled “I Love My Broccoli”. Rather than go with the obvious, John decided to make it “In the Land of Broccoli.” The music for it is very unique. Since I play guitar and bass most of our music is based upon that. Not so here. This song is completely different. I don’t even know how to classify it. It has only four instruments; drums, tuba, clarinet and glockenspiel. It kind of sounds New Orleans and slightly “Hymn-like”. Care to classify it?
Lyrics by John Lister
In the land of broccoli, the sweet land of broccoli
The land of those giant broccoli trees
In the land of broccoli, the sweet land of broccoli
A land in winter that’s covered all in cheese
In the All the farmers grow this type of vegetable
In the There’s always room for it on your table
At night the beautiful broccoli skies, play a silly trick upon your tiring eyes, in fact they even may hypnotize and you will fall asleep
The skies you see are a deep rich green and all in fact is what it seems, I think you may even have broccoli dreams when counting sheep
In the land of broccoli, the sweet land of broccoli
Land of which our fathers take pride
In the
You an eat your broccoli steamed or fried
In the Broccoli tastes real good with potatoes or rice
In the Although one day without broccoli would be nice