Philip Falwell was a pea
A dashing smashing pea was he
In his pod he grew and grew
For what purpose he never knew
Then one day the word came round
- oer the hills and through the ground
The season's come for harvesting
Which Philip found disheartening
See Philip was happy to grow and grow
Not remotely ready to be harvested so
Philip was happy as he grew and grew
He wasn't ready to become a stew
So Philip said:
"I'm looking for a few draftees
To bring freedom to all peas
All for one and one for all
They'll never take us - we'll never fall!"
And peas together gathered round
And formed into a gigantic mound
A ferocious sight put on display
So ferocious that the farmers cancelled harvest day
And Philip led the winning war
Unexpected heretofore
And having now saved all the peas
He said "hey, vacation! ... in Belize!"
And Philip led them towards Belize
Towards good living by the sea
When they arrived to a light breeze
They shouted "Philip! Greatest of all peas!"
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