JOHN D. Rockefeller, he Seemed as pleased as pleased could be. Seen him stop, stoop down an' pass Long lean fingers through the grass, Pull 'em out an' smile a smile Slick as his own Standard Ile; Them long fingers seemed to hold Somethin' precious, mebbe gold -- Anyways, John D. Rockefeller, he Seemed as pleased as pleased could be. Seen him shake his head an' stand With the treasure in his hand, Gloatin' on it, figgerin' out What his find was worth, no doubt, Turnin' of it 'round an' 'round -- Must 'a' been a pearl he'd found -- Anyways, John D. Rockefeller, he Seemed as pleased as pleased could be. Snuck up closer, as I passed; Seen jist what it was at last That had tickled of him so; Looked an' seen it plain, but sho! Blamed thing wusn't much at all -- Nothin' but a golf-game ball! An' yit John D. Rockefeller, he Seemed as pleased as pleased could be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OFF THE GROUND by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE EXCELLENCY OF CHRIST by GILES FLETCHER THE YOUNGER SPECIMEN OF AN INDUCTION TO A POEM by JOHN KEATS ELEGIAC STANZAS by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH WHAT THEY ASK by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |