The Newtown bee., 1901-08-16
STATE, ROADS IN RHYME.

BY WE'LL KNOWN wOoDBURY FARMER State roads! state roads! Is what they cry
 It echoes through the state, But people do not count the cost,
 Until it is too late
 The farmers sit down quietly,
 And read what people say,
 And when town meeting comes around, Some Of them stay away. The lawyers, clergy and blacksmith Get up and talk and talk, While farmers sit all silently For fear they'll make balk. Some people say some farmers sit And even do not vote. For fear they'll see the shadow of Some great ferocious goat. And so the taxes are increased For high price roads and schools, And when the farmers get out doors, They say, Oh! what fool! To have the wool pulled OCT oure eyes So that we could not see, As plainly as our fathers did The tax laid on the tea. State aid! State aid! is what they cry, As did the fools of old, When Jeroboam was made king Then made two calves of gold. And one he set in Bethel's land The other put in Dan, But both jealous God abhorred And both were snares to man.
 The lawyers tell the farmers all To think of graded hill l And of the roads all nice and smooth, But who will foot the bills2
 And by and by when towns apply For more and more state aid,
 Then they will take the farms for tax If all the hills they grade. ! And when the state gets full control Of every road in town
 It will be like circus show With tricks played by clown.
 Our roads will be just like the schools That are bossed by the state 1 When women's votes that turn the scale To schools consolidate. | That fruit would open her eyes, l And she would never, never die, And always would be wise. l But Mother Eve and Adam, too. 1 Were driven from Paradise
 Because they turned away from truth | And listened to some lies
 That same old serpent is not chained But he has changed his form
 He's walking up and down this earth In sunshine and in storm
 But he's not after patient Job | As in the days of old
 But farmers that are mortgage bound l And to their creditors sold. ! He gets into the Legislature, And loves to legislate,
 And all the towns he loves to boss And also every state.
 And if understand him more. 1 Poor farmers he does hate, l But loves the lawyers that make laws That marks poor farmers fate. l And so poor farmers must be taxed, And on plain food must dine,
 Then go in rags to pay their debts And live like filthy swine. ] The farmers like the Israelites, Will let their children go,
 Their schoolhouse and their farms and al Because the law says so.
 But not holy, righteous law l That God ordained and planned, l nr1f 1ox <1, S1% G.,
 And sanctioned by man
 That does not care for laws of God, l Or Christ.or Heaven above,
 Where saints and angels dwell in peace. And laws are made by love.
 I know of several different towns
 In this and other states,
 That has this wonderful state road
 Secured by great deceit. And that's the way the devil does
 To carry out his plans.
 He lied to Eve. he lied to Christ, And he has lied to man.
 But do not believe that God Will lie for roads or schools Or will strictly honest man, But devils will and fools.
 There is something kept out of sight. As they did in this town
 They showed the prancing little pony But they didn't show the clown
 Now if the people that make laws, To get good roads and schools
 Would tax the rich land holder
 That call poor farmers fools.