You know the old playground song “Found a Peanut,” don’t you? Just in case you want to get it firmly lodged somewhere in your cranial lobe, here is a sample of just some of the many, many verses** (**Of course, it goes on to talk about dying, to be told that its not your time, and then going back down to your body and then finding a peanut again. Alas, the kids at our school were underachievers and never even got to the point about the doctor even entering on the scene.)
Found a peanut, found a peanut,
Found a peanut just now,
Just now I found a peanut,
Found a peanut just now.
Cracked it open, cracked it open,
Cracked it open just now,
Just now I cracked it open,
Cracked it open just now.
It was rotten, it was rotten,
It was rotten just now,
Just now it was rotten,
It was rotten just now.
Ate it anyway, ate it anyway,
Ate it anyway just now,
Just now I ate it anyway,
Ate it anyway just now
Well, I did find a peanut just now, too. It is on a Caro-nan vintage basket purse. As you can see, it is portrayed with exact realism and in exact proportions to the skyscrapers and quaint historical buildings of Savannah, Georgia. Is the peanut smiling, or does he have enormous teeth that he/she/it refused to get braces for when it was just a mere bud on a peanut plant, if that is how indeed smiling peanuts start out. it is much less scary than Mr. Peanut, if you have an irrational fear of monocles.
If you would like to check this peanut out for yourself, this vintage purse is currently for sale on Etsy. That is, if you hurry up before the peanut growers association of America finds him and takes him back to the lab where smiling peanuts have mutated and start to desire using canes and wearing top hats.
