Oklahoma Ag in the Classroom
Songs and Poems About Food

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Peanuts and Peanut Butter
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Aiken Drum
There was a man lived
in the moon,
lived in the moon, lived in the moon,
There was a man lived in the moon,
and his name was Aiken Drum.
And he played upon a ladle,
a ladle, a ladle,
And he played upon a ladle,
and his name was Aiken Drum.
And his hat was made of good cream cheese,
of good cream cheese, of good cream cheese,
And his hat was made of good cream cheese,
and his name was Aiken Drum.
And he played upon a ladle,
a ladle, a ladle,
And he played upon a ladle,
and his name was Aiken Drum.
And his coat was made of good roast beef,
of good roast beef, of good roast beef,
And his coat was made of good roast beef,
and his name was Aiken Drum.
And he played upon a ladle,
a ladle, a ladle,
And he played upon a ladle,
and his name was Aiken Drum.
And his buttons made of penny loaves,
of penny loaves, of penny loaves,
And his buttons made of penny loaves,
and his name was Aiken Drum.
And he played upon a ladle,
a ladle, a ladle,
And he played upon a ladle,
and his name was Aiken Drum.
And his breeches made of haggis bags,
haggis bags, haggis bags,
And his breeches made of haggis bags,
and his name was Aiken Drum.
And he played upon a ladle,
a ladle, a ladle,
And he played upon a ladle,
and his name was Aiken Drum.
Have students make up their own descriptions of Aiken Drum, such
as "His eyes were made of pizza," "His coat was
made of bacon," "His mouth was a banana."
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Betty Botter
This is a tongue-twister. Have students race to see who can read
it or say it fastest. This would be a good exercise for students
to do while making butter. The recipe is in the “Recipes” section.
Betty Botter bought some butter.
"But," she said, "the butter's bitter.
If I put it in my batter,
it will make my batter bitter.
But a bit of better butter—
that would make my batter better."
So she bought a bit of butter,
better than her bitter butter.
And she put it in her batter,
and the batter was not bitter.
So 'twas better Betty Botter
bought a bit of better butter!
Butter Recipe |
Bread and Cereals
Breads and cereals start from
seeds
Of grasses farmers grow;
They're all ground up and mixed with eggs
And other flavors for dough.
The crust of pies and dinner rolls,
And noodles of chicken soup,
Doughnuts, spaghetti, and Cream of Wheat
Are in the bread and cereals group. |
Dairy Products
Dairy products are food from the
farm
That came from pasture and co-op;
Milk from cows and eggs from hens
Are part of the dairy group.
We eat our eggs cooked soft or hard,
Scrambled, poached, or steamed;
From milk we make our cottage cheese,
Our yogurt, and ice cream. |
Found a Peanut
Found a peanut, found a peanut,
Found a peanut just now,
Just now I found a peanut,
Found a peanut just now.
Cracked it open, cracked it open,
Cracked it open just now,
Just now I cracked it open,
Cracked it open just now.
It was rotten, it was rotten,
It was rotten just now,
Just now it was rotten,
It was rotten just now.
Ate it anyway, ate it anyway,
Ate it anyway just now,
Just now I ate it anyway,
Ate it anyway just now.
Got a stomach ache, got a stomach ache,
Got a stomach ache just now,
Just now I got a stomach ache,
Got a stomach ache just now.
Called the doctor, called the doctor,
Called the doctor just now,
Just now I called the doctor,
Called the doctor just now.
Penicillin, Penicillin,
Penicillin just now,
Just now I took Penicillin,
Penicillin just now.
Operation, operation,
Operation just now,
Just now an operation,
An operation just now.
Died anyway, died anyway,
Died anyway just now,
Just now I died anyway,
Died anyway just now.
Was a dream, was a dream,
Was a dream just now,
Just now it was a dream,
Was a dream, just now.
Then I woke up, then I woke up,
Then I woke up just now,
Just now I woke up,
I woke up just now.
Found a peanut, found a peanut,
Found a peanut just now,
Just now I found a peanut,
Found a peanut just now. |
Goober Peas
Goober peas is another name for peanuts.
Although peanuts are native to South America, they made their way
into North America with slaves from West Africa, who planted them
as a food crop to feed
themselves. They called the nut “nguba,” which was
the origin of the word “goober.”
Sitting by the roadside
on a summer's day
Chatting with my mess-mates passing time away
Lying in the shadows underneath the trees
Goodness how delicious eating goober peas.
Peas, peas, peas, peas
Eating goober peas
Goodness how delicious
Eating goober peas.
When a horse-man passes, the soldiers have a rule
To cry out their loudest, "Mister, here's your mule?"
But another custom, enchanting-er than these
Is wearing out your grinders, eating goober peas.
Just before the battle, the General hears a row
He says "The Yanks are coming, I hear their rifles now."
He looks down the roadway and what d'you think he sees?
The Georgia Militia cracking goober peas.
I think my song has lasted just about enough.
The subject's interesting but the rhymes are mighty rough.
I wish the war was over so free from rags and fleas
We'd kiss our wives and sweethearts, say good-bye to goober peas.
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Hinky Dinky Double D Farm
Oh it's beans, beans,
beans
That make you feel so mean,
On the farm, on the farm,
Oh, it's beans, beans, beans
That make you feel so mean,
On the Hinky Dinky 'Double D' farm.
Mine eyes are dim, I cannot see,
I have not brought my specs with me,
I have not brought my specs with me!
Oh it's corn, corn, corn
That make you feel forlorn,
On the farm, on the farm,
Oh, it's corn, corn, corn
That make you feel forlorn,
On the Hinky Dinky 'Double D' farm.
Mine eyes are dim, I cannot see,
I have not brought my specs with me,
I have not brought my specs with me!
Oh it's meat, meat, meat
That knocks you off your feet,
On the farm, on the farm,
Oh, it's meat, meat, meat
That knocks you off your feet,
On the Hinky Dinky 'Double D' farm.
Mine eyes are dim, I cannot see,
I have not brought my specs with me,
I have not brought my specs with me!
Oh it's pie, pie, pie
That makes you want to cry,
On the farm, on the farm,
Oh, it's pie, pie, pie
That makes you want to cry,
On the Hinky Dinky 'Double D' farm.
Mine eyes are dim, I cannot see,
I have not brought my specs with me,
I have not brought my specs with me!
Oh it's soup, soup, soup
That makes you want to droop,
On the farm, on the farm,
Oh, it's soup, soup, soup
That makes you want to droop,
On the Hinky Dinky 'Double D' farm.
Mine eyes are dim, I cannot see,
I have not brought my specs with me,
I have not brought my specs with me!
Oh it's peas, peas, peas
That make you want to sneeze,
On the farm, on the farm,
Oh, it's peas, peas, peas
That make you want to sneeze,
On the Hinky Dinky 'Double D' farm.
Mine eyes are dim, I cannot see,
I have not brought my specs with me,
I have not brought my specs with me! |
Little Miss Muffet
(Help your students understand
this familiar rhyme by making cheese. The recipe and more information
about cheese is in the lesson “Say Cheese.")
Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet,
Eating some curds and whey.
Along came a spider,
And sat down beside her,
And frightened Miss Muffet away. |
Market Day
Monday morning is market day,
I go to the market for
One fish, for two fish,
And bring them back home to eat.
Monday morning is market day,
I go to the market for
Three eggs, for four eggs,
And bring them back home to eat.
Monday morning is market day,
I go to the market for
Five plums, for six plums,
And bring them back home to eat.
Monday morning is market day,
I go to the market for
Seven cakes, for eight cakes,
And bring them back home to eat.
Monday morning is market day,
I go to the market for
Nine pies, for ten pies,
And bring them back home to eat.
Monday morning was market day,
I went to the market to
Buy food, but ate it,
Now I've got a tummy ache. |
Ode To Tomatoes
Pablo Neruda
The street
filled with tomatoes,
midday,
summer,
light is
halved
like
a
tomato,
its juice
runs
through the streets.
In December,
unabated,
the tomato
invades
the kitchen,
it enters at lunchtime,
takes
its ease
on countertops,
among glasses,
butter dishes,
blue saltcellars.
It sheds
its own light,
benign majesty.
Unfortunately, we must
murder it:
the knife
sinks
into living flesh,
red
viscera
a cool
sun,
profound,
inexhaustible,
populates the salads
of Chile,
happily, it is wed
to the clear onion,
and to celebrate the union
we
pour
oil,
essential
child of the olive,
onto its halved hemispheres,
pepper
adds
its fragrance,
salt, its magnetism;
it is the wedding
of the day,
parsley
hoists
its flag,
potatoes
bubble vigorously,
the aroma
of the roast
knocks
at the door,
it's time!
come on!
and, on
the table, at the midpoint
of summer,
the tomato,
star of earth, recurrent
and fertile
star,
displays
its convolutions,
its canals,
its remarkable amplitude
and abundance,
no pit,
no husk,
no leaves or thorns,
the tomato offers
its gift
of fiery color
and cool completeness. |
Peanut Butter and Jelly
First you take the peanuts
And you crunch 'em,
You crunch 'em
First you take the peanuts
And you crunch 'em,
You crunch 'em
For your peanut, peanut butter
And jelly
Peanut, peanut butter
And jelly
Then you take the grapes
And you squish 'em,
You squish 'em
Then you take the grapes
And you squish 'em,
You squish 'em
For your peanut, peanut butter
And jelly
Peanut, peanut butter
And jelly
Then you take the bread
And you spread it,
You spread it
Then you take the bread
And you spread it,
You spread it
For your peanut, peanut butter
And jelly
Peanut, peanut butter
And jelly
Then you take your sandwich
And you eat it,
You eat it
Then you take your sandwich
And you eat it,
You eat it
'Cause its good, peanut butter
And jelly
Good, peanut butter
And jelly
First you take the peanuts
And you crunch 'em,
Then you take the grapes
And you squish 'em,
Then you take the bread
And you spread it,
Then you take your sandwich
And you eat it
'Cause its good, peanut butter
And jelly
Good, peanut butter
And jelly! |
A Peanut Sat on a Railroad Track
Tune: Polly Wolly
Doodle
A peanut sat
On a railroad track,
His heart was all a-flutter,
Round the bend
Came number ten.
Toot! Toot! Peanut butter!
SQUISH! |
Picking Apples
Tune: Frère Jacques
Picking apples, picking apples,
'Til we're done, 'til we're done,
Picking all the apples,
Picking all the apples,
Til we're done, 'til we're done.
Climb a ladder, climb a ladder,
In a tree, in a tree
Hello, everybody;
Hello, everybody,
Look at me, look at me.
Making applesauce, making applesauce
Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish
Pouring the applesauce,
Pouring the applesauce
In a dish, in a dish.
Eating applesauce, eating applesauce,
Yum, yum, yum; yum, yum, yum.
Eating all the applesauce,
Eating all the applesauce.
Now we're done, now we're done. |
Pumpkins
For pottage and puddings
and custards and pies,
Our pumpkins and parsnips
are common supplies,
We have pumpkins at morning
and pumpkins at noon,
If it were not for pumpkins
we should be undoon.
—Pilgrim verse, circa 1630 |
Tomato Ketchup
If you do not shake the bottle
None'll come and then a lot'll.
—Anonymous |
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