I am the dryad of a peanut tree; Listen to the dogwood bark at me; I tie my hair with wispy twine, Skip rope backwards with a peanut vine, Turn cartwheels by an academic rut, And tell the world I'm a nut, I'm a nut! I met a college on a winding hill, And asked it why it stood so still: "Join left chimneys, suck in doors, Throw out your windows, wheel in fours, Jig on a cornice and you will see Why is the dryad of a peanut tree!" I whirled my wisps on the college hill, Popped Yucatan at the local still, Told the institution with treesome glee How to be the dryad of a peanut tree. The college croaked from its academic rut, The conclusive words, "You're a nut, nut, nut!" The frisky sentence, "You're a nut, nut, nut!" |