A Little Painted Cedar Chest

I can still remember an old beau, A girlfriend wanted me to meet, He was much older than I, But played the piano oh so sweet. He owned a peanut farm A little to the west of my town, Money was not a problem for him, He just liked to drive around. One night he said we'd do something new, He took me to his town's central square; He said his peanut crop was in, And he had some money to spare. We went into a jolly hamburger place, I went along, he was so funny, and Then he gave me a little cedar chest with a lock, Prettily painted, filled with chocolates "for his honey." I still have that flowered little cedar chest; It stays on my old antique vanity, Holding many little treasures, And his special memory.