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

BYA WELL 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 uDa 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 oureyes
 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 hOth NQra Sna rae tn man
 The lawyers tell the farmers all
 To think Of graded hill 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 a clown. Our roads will be just like the schools That are bossed by the state When women's votes that turn the scale To schools consolidate The devil told good mother Eve That fruit would open her eyes, And she would never, never die, And always would be wise. But Mother Eve and Adam, too. Were driven from Paradise Because they turned away from truth And listened to some lies. l 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 l But farmers that are mortgage bound 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, Poor farmers he does hate, But loves the lawyers that make laws That marks poor farmers fate. 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 That God ordained and planned, But laws that Satan framed and made And sanctioned by man
 That does not care for laws of God, Or Christ.or Heaven above,
 Where saints and angels dwell in peace. And laws are made by love. l 1 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. 1 But I do not believe that God Will lie for roads or schools 1 Or will 8 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 1 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 1 That call poor farmers fools