Well, well, do tell
3 little peanuts in a shell
One can read and one can write
One can smoke daddy’s pipe (cough, cough).
The silly poem above is the cause of much controversy in my family….at least with my sister Miriam anyway.
She is convinced that someone in my family made it up- a reasonable belief considering we come from a long line of gibberish talkers.
One day she asked our mom “You made up the three peanuts song, didn’t you?”
My mom said she heard it from her mother. Miriam was bound and determined to get to the bottom of this and interrogated our grandmother. Grandma thought she heard it from her mother. Miriam then asked if our departed great grandmother had made up the rhyme. Grandma said she didn’t think so.
The origin of the poem remains an open case, taunting Detective Miriam.
In my limited research, I found a similar song on a children’s website with the peanuts engaging in song and dance and wearing pants rather than the vice of smoking pipes.
I wouldn’t be surprised if this were a regional poem that extended beyond my family. My grandparents were farmers in Oklahoma, peanuts being a major crop. It would make sense that a song would arise about the rarity of finding three peanuts in one shell.
In regard to why two of these peanuts are academics and one is a ne’er-do-well pipe smoker, I have no clue.
Please feel free to share the poem. You may be sharing a part of my family legacy. Be advised that the two cough sounds at the end of the poem are obligatory. You have not quoted the full poem unless you mimic the sound of a coughing peanut.
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