Black-eyed Pete and Yellow-shirt Dale
Sat down to rest by the fire-light,
When Pete started up a terrible fight!
“Them beans were like bullets!
What’s wrong with you Dale?!
You only gotta throw ’em
In the old bean pail!
Cover ’em with water and let ’em soak,
Then cook ’em up enough
So we don’t both croak!
Are you sure you didn’t cook up a bag of ammo?”
A shot rang out in the night!