Classic Poem

Since Solomon the king,
Since eggs were voted eggs,
I have not seen a thing
So happy in the legs,
So busy on the wing,
So merry in the legs!

So merry and so wise—
And both at once, all over,
Like one whose duty lies
With his delight, in clover!
Who loads his happy thighs
With gold, by rolling over,
Who sees his fortune rise
By rolling, rolling over

In some great orchard! Which
Should cause it come to pass
A man grew fat and rich
By rolling in the grass—
By nibbling at a peach
And rolling in the grass!