Monthly Archives: October 2019
I sold my cow for a bag of beans
To an angry giant, as tall as trees.
He swallowed Bessy whole, sayin she’s so sweet
And used her bones to clean his teeth.
So I sold them for a magic sheep
Whose wool I’d sell as Golden Fleece.
I held him down as he did bleet
But that old Shepherd was full of sheet.
Then I found a missy who couldn’t see
And I said, oh darling will you marry me?
But that blind old witch put a spell on me
Divorced before I could squeeze a teet.
So I’m making eggs from a golden geese
And gander at the things I’ve seen
Cause for an old Jimmy, with a bag o’ beans
I’ve done pretty good, and It’ll be what it be
Yeah, I’ve done pretty good, and it’ll be what it be.