Classic Poem

The woods world, the man's world, it stretches east an' west,
A green world, a new world, of all the world the best.
There's work there, an' play there, an' shadow there an' sun—
There's work there, an' play there, an' sleep when you are done.

The old world, the whole world, is like the world of wood,
A big world, a glad world, an' glorious an' good.
There's life there, there's love there, enough for ev'ry one—
There's work there, an' play there, an' sleep when you are done.