Classic Poem

I love the bright bold birdling wild,
The big tame social frog,
That oft have lonely hours beguiled
Beside me on the log.

I love the cat that rubs my cheek
In trustful confidence,
The big brown horse so old and weak
Beside my garden fence.

The simple joys are always best,
They leave no after sting,
They give to life the healthy zest
That joy was meant to bring.

And what are worldy riches worth
The wealthiest must know,
They come from earth and go to earth,
Just where we all must go.