Beantown

Photo via pot shop of boston dot com

BEANTOWN 

Words by Gwendolyn Soper   ©2005

Nicknames a-plenty

Describe our Boston faire,

Beginning with the Puritans

So righteous and rare.

Beantown, oh Beantown

The history of your name

Tells a story of the heritage

From whence you sprang.

They set the beans a-cooking

After Saturday night’s bath;

Musn’t cook on the Sabbath—

To stay on the righteous path.

Baked beans became the standard

Among our earliest folk.

And to this day the name has stuck.

No, ‘t isn’t a joke.

Now the “beans” are candy sweet

In collectible pots of clay.

“Boston Baked Beans” adorns each pot

For which the tourist pays.

Beantown, oh Beantown

The history of your name

Tells a story of the heritage

From whence you sprang.