The Bean Man comes hawking his beans,
His limas and pintos and greens.
He says, "Come and see
What fun beans can be,"
And everyone knows what he means.

The children all gather around
To look at the beans that he's found.
And just for a time,
They're twelve for a dime
Or twenty-two dollars a pound.

A little boy orders a sack,
And tossing it over his back
He gleefully leaves
With what he believes
Will make a delectable snack.

A girl chooses twelve of the best
With singular savor and zest
To fashion a pin
That flatters her skin
To wear with her favorite vest.

The grown-ups get in on the fun,
And everyone buys at least one
To wear or to eat
Or to roll down the street
Or fire from a bean-blasting gun.

And everyone leaves with a smile
All thanks to the old beanophile
Who knows that a bean
Is more than is seen
To those who account it worthwhile.