Written by: James Marshall Goff

Who now? In spite of money
Seeks truth in bending branches?
And skips along the perilous path
In forests filled with riches?

Said I to the toad, who blocks my path
“Does life require a fortune?”
‘It depends” said she, with thoughtful mirth
“Which song you sing on your sojourn?”

"Shall it be gay and filled with fruit
Of every delight and blush?
Or simply a tune, you picked up in school
That leaves you breathless, but flush!"

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