Why do people make jokes about me when l have a good dynasty. I have fed the homeless laying in a shop door and the troops when they have gone of to war. On battlefield or in the mess l have done nothing less.
Out in the west where the cowboys roam free they eat me for breakfast dinner and tea. I have been eaten all the world over as far as New Zealand and back to the White Clifes of Dover.
I fit into any recipe even one made for a Queen. Yes have you guessed it l am a simply a baked bean. I am very tasty on a slice of toast and l have even been dished up over a Sunday Roast some might say l am good for the heart but all jokes aside when did that rumour start.
Do not take any notice of the games people play because l am part of the five a day. I call myself the Pride of the Land because l have been known to strike up a band.