Beans, beans the musical fruit.
The more you eat, the more you toot.
The more you toot, the better you feel.
So let’s have beans for every meal.
Spokane, Washington back in the 70’s, Leann, Washington:
Beans, beans the musical fruit.
The more you eat, the more you toot.
The more you toot, the better you feel.
So let’s have beans for every meal.
Spokane, Washington back in the 70’s, Leann, Washington:
From my Grandparents on my Mom’s side…
From “Grampy” Martin:
The fly flew into the grocery store
singing doe-si-doe-si-doe
he flew right through the open door
singing doe-si-doe-si-doe
well he shit on the sugar and he shit on the ham
and he shit all over that grocery man
And then the fly flew out of the grocerey store
singing doe-si-doe-si-doe
Not to be outdone, when [...]
this aint really a kid’s rhyme, and it’s unattributed by the source I got it from sclerotic-rings.livejournal.com, but this seems kind of appropriate anyhow…
“Mary had a little lamb,
A lobster and some prunes,
A slice of cake, a piece of pie,
And then some macaroons.
It made the naughty waiters grin
To see her order so,
And when they carried Mary [...]
Great big globs of greasy grimy gopher guts
Mutilated monkey meat
Dead baby parakeets
Great big globs of greasy grimy gopher guts
And me without my spoon
Many variations exist. “[your name here]’s Made of greasy, grimy…”, “chopped up liver meat” instead of “dead baby parakeets”, “french-fried eyeballs boiled in a pot of beans” instead of the second-to-last line, “oops, [...]