Yee Bow

 They got me into the Sunday-school
In Spoon River
And tried to get me to drop Confucius for Jesus.

I could have been no worse off
If I had tried to get them to drop Jesus for Confucius.

For, without any warning, as if it were a prank,
And sneaking up behind me, Harry Wiley,
The minister's son, caved my ribs into my lungs,
With a blow of his fist.

Now I shall never sleep with my ancestors in Pekin,
And no children shall worship at my grave.

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