Throughout our rambles much we find; <br />The bee trees burst with honey; <br />Wild birds we tame of every kind, <br />At once they seem to be resign'd; <br />I know but one that lags behind, <br />There's nothing lags but money. <br /> <br />The woods afford us much supply, <br />The opossum, coon, and coney; <br />They all are tame and venture nigh, <br />Regardless of the public eye, <br />I know but one among them shy, <br />There's nothing shy but money. <br /> <br />And she lies in the bankrupt shade; <br />The cunning fox is funny; <br />When thus the public debts are paid, <br />Deceitful cash is not afraid, <br />Where funds are hid for private trade, <br />There's nothing paid but money. <br /> <br />Then let us roam the woods along, <br />And drive the coon and coney; <br />Our lead is good, our powder strong, <br />To shoot the pigeons as they throng, <br />But sing no more the idle song, <br />Nor prowl the chase for money.<br /><br />George Moses Horton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-woodman-and-the-money-hunter/
