Oh, noble green cucumber,
fresh dweller of the garden,
you who grow in silence
without asking for a single honor.
Crisp as the summer breeze,
calm as the water in the brook,
you are the hero of every salad
and the comfort of every snail.
Beloved cucumber,
triumphant cucumber,
may you never lack rich soil
or the warmth of the shining sun.
And if anyone should mock you
for your humble shade of green,
we shall raise our mugs
and sing in your honor!
Ooooooooh, cucumbeeeeeer!
Greeeeeeen and refreshaaaaaaing!
