Encased in the shell.

Buried in the dark soil.

Oh heart be still.

For this nut which must be royal.

A roasted, toasted nut.

Snacks on planes.

Elephant food, that’s what.

Growing an infinite range.

Of which to graze.

On this delicious and scrumptious peanut.



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