A Richman

If I was a rich-man,
I would buy a gem.
To dangle on my watch-thob,
Just six or eight of them.

I'd buy up land in acres,
And a mansion I would build.
With mountains on the horizon,
And fields all richly tilled.

I'd want a dozen cataracts,
Tumbling down the hills.
And a stream that skirts the brambles,
Where clear, blue water spills.

I'd like a herd of Hereford cows,
To graze beside the lake.
And when they each were in their prime,
Some beef-steak I would make.

And then I'd want to get a Yacht,
To sail from shore to shore.
And when my income all came in,
I'd feed it to the poor.


E.P. 1908 - 1989


Note; Grandma refers to waterfalls as cataracts.