Can peanuts breathe within their shell? When they’re eaten, might they go to hell? Or are they, truly, lifeless nuts No sadness, madness, or stagnant ruts
Perhaps the peanut has a king A mighty ruler that makes the law Or perhaps the peanut has a queen A tender mother without flaw
Who knows, the peanut could be grand With magical tales of Peanut land Castles, Wizards and Warrior hunts Pursuing their foes, Macadamia Nuts!
Galloping upon their steeds Peanut’s charge! Peanuts Breathe! Screams so loud the birds doth fall Pulverizing the enemy’s wall
Now the Peanuts have an “in” They focus their gaze upon the **** Hoarding together & funneling thru Macadamia nuts receiving a chill
Piercing shells for 3 long days Injured Peanuts in gruesome ways Mournful moans of agony Numbers declined, so tragically
Is this the end of Peanut land? Why couldn’t the Peanut still be grand? “Get up I say and finish your quest!” The Peanuts did and fought their best
Above the smoke, white flags flew The Peanuts emerged victorious! Striding thru familiar front gates Returning home, so glorious!
Perhaps, in fact, this story is true That Peanuts breathe like me and you But one might wonder of Peanut land… How Peanuts ride with no hands
And if you truly wish to know How Peanuts talk and Peanuts grow Open your ears and do come hither “Duh! The Peanuts have a Wizard!”
Oh, the tales and jokes they tell One day, they’ll be on TV Perhaps in films known by all Like, “Harry Peanut,” aired by BBC
Or, maybe they are just meant for our bars And smashed and spread upon your bread… But next time you eat this salt sprinkled treat, Ponder, “am I sure this Peanut is dead?”