  There are no bigger hearts for their bodies And no kinder hearts on this earth Than the big juicy red hearts of melons, To mortals fair jewels of worth. The "King Water Melon," the big heart, Of all earthly melons the best, He clings to the earth, his good mother, And never once leaves her warm breast. And so when he's grown he's a big heart, Which helps both the great and the small, When fevers are burning our parched throats Or if we are thirsty at all. These kind hearts are always so cooling And taste, oh, so good and so sweet, I'm sure that they once grew in Eden |
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