lot of beans

I have grown a fond dislike for BEANS

If you know what I mean

Red, green, black, and white

This cannot be right

Navy with gravy

Chile and pinto

Pork and beans

String and potato

In a stew

In my shoe

In the park

Just have a hart

Kidney and limas too

Oh what can I do?

Had them fried

Refried and retried

Had them when they’re sprouts

Even when I pout

You know what this is about

They don’t go with trout

You know what I fear

I have had them up to here

Green beans it seems, will be coming out my ears

They be calling me a green horn for years

Ca n I not have another plate of beans

Breakfast, lunch, and dinner

They are not a winner

But they get me thru the winter

Bake or boiled

Till from the soil

Even soy, they make oil

Used them as a toy, when I was a boy

Hope this has bean a joy

No more beans for this old boy

Thank you and God Bless