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From the book The Yale Book of American Verse
A little peach in the orchard grew,
A little peach of emerald hue;
Warmed by the sun and wet by the dew,
One day, passing that orchard through,
That little peach dawned on the view
Of Johnny Jones and his sister Sue,
Up at that peach a club they threw,
Down from the stem on which it grew
Fell that peach of emerald hue.
John took a bite and Sue 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,
What of that peach of the emerald hue,
Warmed by the sun, and wet by the dew?
Ah, well, its mission on earth is through.