O, Lonely Peas

Dinner is over
I like what I ate
Except for the peas
Which are still on my plate

O, lonely peas
So green and so round and so small
O, lonely peas
There's no one who loves you at all
There's no one who loves you at all

I can't leave my place
'Til the peas are all gone
At the rate I am going
I'll be 91

O, lonely peas
So green and so round and so small
O, lonely peas
There's no one who loves you at all
No, no one who loves you at all

Perhaps by some magic
They'll all disappear
Abra cadabra
The peas are still here

So long, peas

O, lonely peas
So green and so round and so small
O, lonely peas
There's no one who loves you at all

I'm growing quite fond
Of these peas of my own
So how could I eat them?
I'd be all alone!

O, lonely peas
So green and so round and so small
O, lonely peas
There's no one
I know there's no one
There surely is no one
There's no one who loves you at all

We still have each other