Someone else's job is to fill me, yours is to empty me. Raise my arm and those turn opposite.

Lettucehead and Cabbagehead stared at Salad in admiration. Cabbage: 'What's your fitness routine, bro? You're totally...'

I hang from the corners of caps when you learn, And swing from the curtains at every turn. A bundle of threads, bound tight at the crown, I can dress up a rug or a graduate's gown.

I stand in rows of leafy green, where garden paths are neatly seen. Yet spoken in another way, I help keep risky bets at bay.

It's fine to hang me out to dry, but please don't air me in public when I'm still dirty!