A little peach in the orchard grew,-- <br />A little peach of emerald hue; <br />Warmed by the sun and wet by the dew, <br /> It grew. <br /> <br />One day, passing that orchard through, <br />That little peach dawned on the view <br />Of Johnny Jones and his sister Sue-- <br /> Them two. <br /> <br />Up at that peach a club they threw-- <br />Down from the stem on which it grew <br />Fell that peach of emerald hue. <br /> Mon Dieu! <br /> <br />John took a bite and Sue a chew, <br />And then the trouble began to brew,-- <br />Trouble the doctor couldn't subdue. <br /> Too true! <br /> <br />Under the turf where the daisies grew <br />They planted John and his sister Sue, <br />And their little souls to the angels flew,-- <br /> Boo hoo! <br /> <br />What of that peach of the emerald hue, <br />Warmed by the sun, and wet by the dew? <br />Ah, well, its mission on earth is through. <br /> Adieu! <br /> <br />1880.<br /><br />Eugene Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-little-peach/
