Author Hilda Conkling I found the gold on the hill;I found the hid gold!The wicked queenStole the gold,Hid it under a stoneAnd never told.The selfish queenRolling awayIn her white limousine,Never knew nor dreamedThat I searched all dayTill I found the gold, Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments