– Clarence Holm
Surrounded by green forest unseen in a lair,
My back bent crooked by toils and prayer.
For countless years I clawed at the ground,
Seeking great treasures though none were ever found.
While others were singing, and even made merry
I persisted in search with no time to tarry.
No pipe did I smoke, no lager I bought,
I stayed on my plan, no pleasures I sought.
Till finally one autumn a debt was paid
Precious golden treasure lay exposed in the glade.
I’d found the lode; it’s time for a celebration,
I push my cart, enjoying golden intoxication.