They got me into the Sunday-school <br />In Spoon River <br />And tried to get me to drop Confucius for Jesus. <br />I could have been no worse off <br />If I had tried to get them to drop Jesus for Confucius. <br />For, without any warning, as if it were a prank, <br />And sneaking up behind me, Harry Wiley, <br />The minister's son, caved my ribs into my lungs, <br />With a blow of his fist. <br />Now I shall never sleep with my ancestors in Pekin, <br />And no children shall worship at my grave.<br /><br />Edgar Lee Masters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yee-bow/
