and that peanut butter had to be grown in a field way down in the south in some of the darkest , richest soil in this great country of america with an old tractor that had probably seen some better days and that tractor had to plow that dark rich soil on a cold dawn and ill bet it broke down six times before that field was ever plowed correctly for peanut planting and you better believe that every line that tractor lay down was straight or that farmer would have plowed the field over , right smack dab from the start , and that was where the peanuts were planted by the wrinkled hands of an old southern gentleman -- who knows his name , because im the only one whos listening to this gall darned story and really interested in the way real things are made in this world ! -- and those peanuts had to be dug out of the ground when they were ready to be harvested and those peanuts had to be washed in a great big tub and those peanuts had to be trucked across the continent and those peanuts had to be run on assembly lines until they hardly knew who they were any more and they had to be roasted in a great , hot oven , and this is also what your swiss relatives did in indiana to make a living , roasting peanuts , so hot that people had to be checking its gauges and valves night and day in case it got too hot and exploded those peanuts and the whole factory with it , hotter than billy-be darned , and then those peanuts that you are dropping on ants so carelessly had to be dumped into hoppers to be mixed up in a great big vat and poured into a glass and a label had to be stuck onto it and it had to be boxed and it had to be trucked all the way out here to arizona from a factory in chicago at great expense and trouble and now youre about to feed it to an ant .