Those hideous peas upon his plate,
And so it had become a race,
To hide them in his mothers vase.
The boy sat with Cheery eyes,
Knowing it was a big disguise,
The peas he had hid in the cabinet above,
Until his mother was cleaning the kitchen with love.
She stumbled upon the cabinet high,
Peas were about to hit the sky,
Now the peas were bouncing off the wall,
The peas are rolling after us all.
We run and dodge, yelling and screaming.
The peas were rolling after us beaming,
Stop I say, I will not run,
For me this running is no fun.
We peas were not running after you,
So please kid, if we through,
Your mother, she's another matter,
I fear with her, we'll be on your platter.
She will put us in water again,
Until we are all plump of skin,
Then we go upon your plate,
And you already know what is our fate.
You see she found your spot, a year ago,
My gosh son, you sure are slow,
I've been upon your plate, a time or two,
But for Sam here, this will make forty-two.
So you say, this is your big chance,
You hoped I would believe, that song and dance,
But just in case what you say is true,
Run fast, I'll cover you.