Some people have fanciful dreams
Of far-away places and exotic cuisines.
As for me....
Those thoughts never enter my head.
Instead.....
Night after night
When I go to bed
I dream of beans...
Yes, ordinary beans.
I dream of beans in bed.

I see.....
Lean beans and green beans...
Old beans and cold beans...
Young beans and mung beans---
Plots of beans and pots of beans---
All I see is LOTS and LOTS of BEANS!

Some people say—
"It's all in your head."
Well, it certainly is
When I go to bed!

--Oh, why can’t I dream
Of a romantic spot
Where the palm trees grow
And beans do not.
Where the silver moon shines
And the sand gleams white
And there’s not a single bean in sight!

Why does it always have to be beans?
Why can’t it be peaches, plumb or nectarines?
(Oh, how I love nectarines)
I guess I’m just hooked---hooked it seems---
Can someone please tell me
What all this means?