A Little Peach by Eugene Field
A little peach in the orchard grew, A little peach of emerald hue;
Warmed by the sun and wet by the dew, It grew.
One day, passing that orchard through, That little peach dawned on the view Of Johnny Jones and his sister Sue,
Them two.
Up at that peach a club they threw, Down from the stem on which it grew Fell that peach of emerald hue.
Mon Dieu!
John took a bite and Sue a chew, And then the trouble began to brew, Trouble the doctor couldn’t subdue.
Too true!
Under the turf where the daisies grew They planted John and his sister Sue, And their little souls to the angels flew,
Boo hoo!
What of that peach of the emerald hue, Warmed by the sun, and wet by the dew?
Ah, well, its mission on earth is through. Adieu!
