A Little Song About the Mt. Pleasant Farmer's Market

I wen to the farmer's market in the rain;
getting wet is such a pain;
such a pain in my ass.

I went there to buy a loaf of bread,
but I bought navy beans instead,
pearly little navy beans tightly sealed with dread
(of the boiling water I'll stick them in).

Andrew went to Indiana: to a nerd
conference of British historians. I've heard
these things are cool, but they seem absurd
(like, who cares about history anyway?).

Thank God I'm having Kenlea for dinner!
Thank god I love the company of sinners!
Thank God I'll never be a winner--
if I was it'd be too much pressure.