Pieces People Ask For/A Little Peach
A LITTLE PEACH.
A little peach in an orchard grew,—
A little peach of emerald hue;
Warmed by the sun and wet by the dew,
One day, passing the orchard through,
That little peach dawned on the view
Of Johnny Jones and his sister Sue.
Up at the peach a club they threw:
Down from the stem on which it grew
Fell the little peach of emerald hue.
She took a bite, and John a chew;
And then the trouble began to brew,—
Trouble the doctor couldn't subdue.
Under the turf where the daisies grew,
They planted John and his sister Sue,
And their little souls to the angels flew.
But what of the peach of emerald hue,
Warmed by the sun and wet by the dew?
Ah, well, its mission on earth is through.