not as many as goober clicks Ricki...see



Sitting by the roadside on a summer's day
Chatting with my mess-mates, passing time away
Lying in the shadows, a song is on our lips
Goodness, how delicious, eating goober clicks.

Clicks, clicks, clicks, clicks
Eating goober clicks
Goodness, how delicious,
Eating goober clicks.
RPT

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 this
Is wearing out your grinders, eating goober clicks.

Clicks, clicks, clicks, clicks
Eating goober clicks
Goodness, how delicious,
Eating goober clicks.
RPT

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, his eyes ain't playing tricks
The Georgia Militia cracking goober clicks.

Clicks, clicks, clicks, clicks
Eating goober clicks
Goodness, how delicious,
Eating goober clicks.
RPT

I think my song has lasted just about enough.
The subject is interesting, but the rhymes are mighty rough.
I wish the war was over, get back to politics
We'd kiss our wives and sweethearts, say good-bye to goober clicks.

Clicks, clicks, clicks, clicks
Eating goober clicks
Goodness, how delicious,
Eating goober clicks.
RPT


Last year the US goober click harvest was 6.11 billion lbs

Now THAT'S a lotta bushels full clicks

If writing ever becomes work I think I'm going to have to stop