A farmer walked out, sowing his seed,
Hoeing the land, pulling the weed,
Preparing his land for bountiful season,
Tickling the ground, continually teasing
'Til fertility is reach for the plant,
Buriable in the lucious land.
This strange farmer reached in his jeans,
And pulled out a pack of jelly beans.
That weird old man brandished a smile
And planted his beans, tile by tile
In a system of a haphazard grid,
Carefully leaving a full foot amid.
After watering them, he turned away,
Walked to his house and ended his day.
And while upon the sandman he leans,
That farmer dreams of his jelly beans.
He woke up remembering his odd seedlings,
And rushed out without clothes, forgetting such things.
He saw quite quickly that they didn't sprout.
He watered, he sang, but they didn't come out.
Now was he saddened, disappointed of this
For they didn't grow tall along with his wish.
He saw that he had followed the means,
But wondered quite deeply at jelly beans.
Days passed by, all quite the same way,
'Til seasons passed, and in came fresh May,
That stalk grew tall, and bean had grown.
Excited was he, and he grabbed the phone
To tell all his friends, about his success,
In getting the beans to grow from nothingness.
"Everything ain't all as it seems,
For I've just grown my jelly beans!"
His fame slowly grew, 'til he was well-known
For the sweet crop he'd successfully sown.
And as the days passed the trees began to fruit,
And reach in the soil to take firm root.
When the fruit was good and strong and ripe,
The farmer picked one, and took a bite.
This strange farmer tightened his jeans,
And said, smiling, "Tastes like jelly beans!"