Not that long ago there was a lonely bean
who sat alone in a parlor shop, dreaming that one day he would unlock that blissful stock
Time after time he was embroiled in a love affair
to which there was no end in sight.

To his girl he said, "with this smuffin I thee wed"
But she replied, "no sir, for I am in love with the flea"
Bean the Spleen went to the flea and noticed the lock on the block
It was what he had looked for all along
It emcompassed his passions, desires, and of course his expedient love for that he did not know
He opted to run away, which ultimately was his forever foray into madness

No no you can't rub the bean
No no you can't rub the bean
Though he lies only in a pile of his own sweet nectar night after night
He tries to fight his own plight against the block

Night turns to day
Day turns to night
Night turns to a fiery abyss where time is of no essence

As Bean the Spleen fled to the block the fiery abyss encompassed that which he desired, and lacked.
With a short ponderance he embraced what he once feared -- the lock!

He took his smuffin and rammed it into the flea
Then threw him into the sea of fire to get what he desired
With fists of fury little miss girly ran to him
But he didn't heed to throw the block at the woman he didn't love
Then the lock blew off and out came a spiraling orb that spoke the bean's oath:

No no you can't rub the bean
No no you can't rub the bean
Though he lies only in a pile of his own sweet nectar night after night
He tries to fight his own plight against the block

But now there is no block
Just this blissful stock, that being timed by a clock
And when the bean's time was done, the stock was locked inside the block
And now the clocks counts down to the bean's death