Dinner is over
I like what I ate.
Except for the peas,
which are still on my plate.
O lonely peas
so green, so round,
and so small.
O lonely peas
there's no one
who loves you at all.
I can't leave my place
till the peas are gone.
At the rate I am going,
I'll be ninety-one
O lonely peas
so green, so round
and so small.
O lonely peas
there's no one
who loves you at all.