JOHN D. Rockefeller, he Seemed as pleased as pleased could be. Seen him stop, stoop down an' pass Long lean fingers through the grass, Pull 'em out an' smile a smile Slick as his own Standard Ile; Them long fingers seemed to hold Somethin' precious, mebbe gold -- Anyways, John D. Rockefeller, he Seemed as pleased as pleased could be. Seen him shake his head an' stand With the treasure in his hand, Gloatin' on it, figgerin' out What his find was worth, no doubt, Turnin' of it 'round an' 'round -- Must 'a' been a pearl he'd found -- Anyways, John D. Rockefeller, he Seemed as pleased as pleased could be. Snuck up closer, as I passed; Seen jist what it was at last That had tickled of him so; Looked an' seen it plain, but sho! Blamed thing wusn't much at all -- Nothin' but a golf-game ball! An' yit John D. Rockefeller, he Seemed as pleased as pleased could be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ARMOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PRIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE FAIRY CHILD by JOHN ANSTER OUT OF THE OLD HOUSE, NANCY by WILLIAM MCKENDREE CARLETON MY AIN COUNTREE by ALLAN CUNNINGHAM ON PLAYWRIGHT (1) by BEN JONSON |