Gold! 'he yelled <br />'in them thar hills' <br />he danced to pass the time <br />'it's laying all around' <br />he said 'and I'm gonna <br />git me mine. <br />But first I gotsta to <br />stake my claim.' <br />and he turned towards the town. <br />thinking of the life he'd lead <br />and the dynasty he'd found <br />But he shudna, didna yelled <br />so loud, <br />shoulda kept the <br />news hush, hush, <br />‘cos he <br />never gotsta stake his claim <br />he was trampled in the rush.....yuk......yuk.....yuk<br /><br />Bill Mitton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gold-3/
