Anonymous Poem by Peter Black

A man became rich enough,
He wrote his name up on the sun,
And drained the waters of the earth,
He burned down all the trees,
Collected all their was to eat,
And by mankind he was loved.

A man had a heart and soul;
Was told to trade them both for gold,
Worked every day and night,
Until his clothes were worn rags;
So he went and stole a gun,
He shot the name off the sun,
Cut lose the moon, returned food,
And by mankind he was hung.