Beans of a Different Color

Take these beans the vendor said They are the best that ever grew A marvelous crop they’ll bring The best beans I ever knew How much for them? A dollar He put them in my hand Do you think they will do well? They are just right for your land So off I went to plant them In my finest fertile ground There, fertilized and watered They rested without sound When will they come up, I thought I’ll check on them real soon I planted them on Sunday night Now it’s Tuesday afternoon I’ll go see if they are coming up I sure hope that they are good I was astounded as I came ‘round the barn And looked out toward the wood Bean vines covered everything Grown into the fields far and wide Growing onward swiftly on they went Should I dream of beans or should I hide Would they cover all the fields How far will these things go Will they reach my house down there Should I let these things grow Questions, questions puzzle me Over those beans that I had bought Now it’s almost like a war That hasn’t yet been fought Would they take my neighbor’s farm And crowd out all his sheep Would they make good feed for them I don’t know if I can sleep I decided I would mow them Every day to cut them back So I dried them and I baled them And I put bales into a stack Every day I had to harvest vines And put them in them up in store I had food for many winters And then I had some more Then in Fall I picked the beans Twenty tons, I picked each pod I think that I was blessed by God