Here you will find the Poem The Woodman And The Money Hunter of poet George Moses Horton
Throughout our rambles much we find; The bee trees burst with honey; Wild birds we tame of every kind, At once they seem to be resign'd; I know but one that lags behind, There's nothing lags but money. The woods afford us much supply, The opossum, coon, and coney; They all are tame and venture nigh, Regardless of the public eye, I know but one among them shy, There's nothing shy but money. And she lies in the bankrupt shade; The cunning fox is funny; When thus the public debts are paid, Deceitful cash is not afraid, Where funds are hid for private trade, There's nothing paid but money. Then let us roam the woods along, And drive the coon and coney; Our lead is good, our powder strong, To shoot the pigeons as they throng, But sing no more the idle song, Nor prowl the chase for money.
