This is something I never saw when I was a kid: a youngster waxing rhapsodic about broccoli. I didn’t much like the stuff myself, though I have since done a 180; the parental units were mystified, since I had no trouble polishing off a serving of Brussels sprouts, which were similarly green and only marginally more symmetrical.
The Association (remember them?) had a spiffy little tune on the subject:
Now that I think about it, I started eating broccoli in earnest about the time this song came out, which would have been 1969.