This is a tasty orange
My pip pouch will be empty
With a bit of luck!
I finger the string around my neck
And pull the pouch into view.
There are three old pips inside
But never mind, it will still do.
I leap off the sofa
And pucker up my lips,
I spit for the last time
Adding to today’s pile of pips.
I smile to myself.
I head for the cellar
To find what I sought
Oh, I’m such a happy fella!
Here I keep many tins and cans
I call it my personal beanery,
For there are only beans inside –
Red kidney, black-eyed, canellini…
Sometimes I must count them all
To make sure I don’t run out,
But there are clearly plenty of each today
I can see, without a doubt!