Beans, beans
five days old.
Beans, beans
gross and cold.
And most probably
filled with mold.
And up goes the snout!
She doesn't want to touch them
as she throws them out.
But somewhere, somewhere
far away
a little boy
can't stop to play.
He works hard,
works hard all day
for barely any,
any pay.
But he dreams of somewhere,
somewhere he is told -
where there is ice,
and water is cold -
and if he may -
(may be so bold)
he dreams of beans...
beans five days old.
