Once there was a towering Bean Pole
Up and up it twisted
Round and round it spun
Past the birds
and up through the clouds
Up to where the stars and planets abound.

Then one day the most noble of princes did go a'wander
through the enchanted forest where the Bean Pole did tauter
Back and forth it swayed
The others that had ventured there, why, they had all ran away
But this noble prince was different, he refused to be dismayed
He gathered up his courage
and began to make his way.

The higher the prince climbed, the freer he felt
All his past fears and sorrows, away they did melt.
The Prince climbed so high, he climbed right into the sun
His doubts of the future all evaporated away
One
by
one.

This is the magical story of the Beanpole Prince
A story that is never done...

By H.R.M Bean