That reminds me of a story a friend who was in the military told me. They were doing a patrol through a market, and passed an old woman selling dried beans and such. One of the things she had to offer was a bag full of dried soup peas with marmorated seed coats (that streaky mottled coat you see on some really old pea strains, like the Carlin.
His fellow soldier took a handful, looked at them and said "Man, things must REALLY be rough here; even the PEAS are wearing camouflage!
Oh yes. And that's one of those songs that get wedged in your head and nothing will budge it...lying awake at 2 A.M. softly singing...'never understood a single word he said...' haha!
Ack!