It

His beard was long and gray,

And punctuated by his fist,

He had his little say:

“This is the age of gold,” he said,

“’Tis gold for butter, gold for bread,

Gold for bonds and gold for fun;

Gold for all things ’neath the sun.”

Then with a smile

He shook his head.

“Just wait awhile,”

He slyly said.

“When we get in and run the State

We’ll tackle gold, we’ll legislate.

We’ll pass an act

And make a fact

By which these gold-bugs will be whacked

Till they’re as cold

As is their gold.

We’re going to make a statute law by which ’twill be decreed

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