The Little Peach
by Eugene Field (1850-1895)

A little peach in the orchard grew,—
A little peach of emerald hue;
Warmed by the sun and wet by the dew,
⁠                              It grew.

One day, passing that orchard through,
That little peach dawned on the view
Of Johnny Jones and his Sister Sue—
⁠                              Them two.

Up at that peach a club they threw—
Down from the stem on which it grew
Fell that peach of emerald hue.
⁠                              Mon Dieu!

John took a bite and Sue a chew,
And then the trouble began to brew,—
Trouble the doctor couldn’t subdue.
⁠                              Too true!

Under the turf where the daisies grew
They planted John and his Sister Sue,
And their little souls to the angels flew,—
⁠                              Boo hoo!

What of that peach of the emerald hue,
Warmed by the sun, and wet by the dew?
Ah, well, its mission on earth is through.
⁠                              Adieu!

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