The Peanut Crop

(The peanut crop in Virginia and North Carolina will show a big decrease

                              in yield this year – News)

To me this is an awful blow

Because I love the peanuts so.

They’re my tobacco, and my drink,

And so I do not like to think

Of any scarcity or drop

At all in this year’s peanut crop.

The message fills my heart with woe

Because I love the peanuts so.

What would a circus be to me

Without my peanut symphony?

And what would be that country fair

If peanuts weren’t plenty there?

Do you suppose I’d go to see

A game of baseball? No sir-ee!

It wouldn’t be nowise the same

Without the peanuts in the game.

O, let them raise the price of hash,

Or let the “corners” go to smash;

Let shortage come in that or this,

‘Twould not disturb my daily bliss,

But O, the cruel fates that lie

Behind the peanut land’s supply.

O woe is me, O mine is woe,

Because I love the peanuts so!

Oct. 6, ‘09