The Little Peach
A little peach in the orchard grew,--
by Eugene Field
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.